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Short Story On The Knrooks

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"Why are the knickers on your ankles and the bra on your wrist? It should be the other way." Edward cocked his head as if trying to understand the unusual method of entrapment. "Really that is your question, can you remove them?" The trapped student was busy trying not to squirm. "Were they Worn?" A disgusted look crossed Edward's face quickly. "No, I don't think so, at least I hope not." An expression of morbid distress crossed his face. "Hmm good. I guess I can remove them." Edward hummed gently studying the undergarments in disdain." I just realized that they are poking a dotted.Who does polka-dotted undergarments?" "Please remove them." The trapped student rolled his eyes. "Are you sure they were not worn?" …show more content…

She had blonde hair and brown eyes. "Yes Samantha." "My mom says fate is beyond our control, given to us by our higher power, something to do with events." "Good answer but not what I am looking for. That is the typical definition of fate. What are fates?" He walked behind a teacher's desk and wrote on a chalkboard.Can anyone tell me ?" Sir Nicklas turned around to face his students. A meek boy with a darker skin tone and black hair raised his hand. "Yes, Joshua! " Nicklas tried not to seem too eager. But he was a man who got easily overexcited about class participation. "It is abilities that certain people are born with. The categories are Pure light, Grey arms, and Dark Cain." "Very good." Sir Nicklas was smiling, and trying to keep the excitement out of his voice."Why are they called fates Joshua "? He was astatic this was the first year since Edward started here that someone knew. Then again Edward has always been an oddity. "Because much like the original fate. The People do not have control over what they are born with. But at the same time, fate abilities usually come from a family history." "Good. Very good Joshua anymore, you care to add." Sir Nicklas clapped excitedly. " No sir ". "Very well". Sir Nicklas pouted and walked to the chalkboard. A teenager with ice-white hair and darker skin stood outside the door listening. "Very good, " he purred in satisfaction. The meek boy was learning to stand out.

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