Mangekyou Highschool

Susanna blushed slightly than reached into her pocket and pulled out a gree circle sticker with the sign of pie in the middle and around the curve of the top said "I LOVE PIE!" she stuck the sticker on the stain to cover it. "What stain?" she joked.

"YES! LUNCH!" Kasumi yelled and darted out of the math room. Clearly all of the other students were either too lazy, or too afraid to move from their desk without Susanna's permission. Kasumi darted full speed out the door and ran right into Seto. She fell backwards her head phones slipping out of her ears and the classical musi from before blasting loudly. "ow...what the...?" she looked up only to see two teachers looking down at her. "..."

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"Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me!"
~Hamlet, Act III Scene II

The bell rang and Hane tried to pack her stuff away with one hand, Hane finally stuffed her pencil case in her bag and flung her bag on her back and looked up to see Shino waiting for her, "so...so where is the nurses office then?" asked Hane....

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You can choose to run, but dying won't change a thing. Trust me on that one. If you really want things to change...you're going to have to live. Even if there's no meaning in this life...at best, this world is a breeding ground of paranoia and selfishness.
Someday you'll let go of my hand. when you finally look to the far, far sky, I'll kick you from behind and laugh at you to hurry.

Explain to me, with that mouth of yours. This bitter feeling. Where do you want me to put it?

If you want to be happy- Throw reason out the window...I guess.
It's only for themselves that people live and die.
Remember these last words. I will slowly close my eyes. So stay there and watch. My vision is stained the color of blood when i speak of your face. Always, when I speak of your face.

Ninna blushed, "Thank you Sousake.",she said blushing, "i still don't think Teachers can be cheerleads thought. Even thought your kinda one yourself."
She smiled at him.

Seto shock he's head. "I don't know why.",he said leaning over and wispering something in her ear, "By the way you've got a stan on your blouse.",he wispered pointing to a spot on her blouse.

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"thankyou" said Hane and also started to try and write her notes with her left hand...

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You can choose to run, but dying won't change a thing. Trust me on that one. If you really want things to change...you're going to have to live. Even if there's no meaning in this life...at best, this world is a breeding ground of paranoia and selfishness.
Someday you'll let go of my hand. when you finally look to the far, far sky, I'll kick you from behind and laugh at you to hurry.

Explain to me, with that mouth of yours. This bitter feeling. Where do you want me to put it?

If you want to be happy- Throw reason out the window...I guess.
It's only for themselves that people live and die.
Remember these last words. I will slowly close my eyes. So stay there and watch. My vision is stained the color of blood when i speak of your face. Always, when I speak of your face.

Hane looked at her wrist, it was painful and red and a little swollen. Hane poke it and gasped in pain, Hane figured it was badly bruised but she knew it wasnt broken....

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You can choose to run, but dying won't change a thing. Trust me on that one. If you really want things to change...you're going to have to live. Even if there's no meaning in this life...at best, this world is a breeding ground of paranoia and selfishness.
Someday you'll let go of my hand. when you finally look to the far, far sky, I'll kick you from behind and laugh at you to hurry.

Explain to me, with that mouth of yours. This bitter feeling. Where do you want me to put it?

If you want to be happy- Throw reason out the window...I guess.
It's only for themselves that people live and die.
Remember these last words. I will slowly close my eyes. So stay there and watch. My vision is stained the color of blood when i speak of your face. Always, when I speak of your face.

"Oh, ...figues as much...i never really thought those explosions were acidental...and i've had to talk to him a few times since his class is right down the hall." She gestured to a nearby borded up window. "but about the student.....if she reports him he might just get what he wants." she shrugged "do you know why he wants to be fired Seto?"

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"Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me!"
~Hamlet, Act III Scene II

"It's Shika. A student just ran out of his class, and he almost broke his wrist tring to get her back in.",he said looking at her, "When I asked him what he was thinking he said he was tring to get fired. He always been tring to get fired."

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"Excuse me a minute class..uh try to think of what the next step is." Susanna walked over to the door. "Seto if this is more video game nonsense I've told you before I don't even have a computer." SHe crossed her arms "Now what's so important that you needed to inturupt my class."

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"Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me!"
~Hamlet, Act III Scene II