I made a quick dash to art class and did my best to slink past everyone unnoticed and sit in my seat.
I watach as everyone got supplies out and started finger-painting.
I did the same and began to make a butterfly. Just as I started to write my name at the bottom in sloppy letters, I heard a kid shouting "TEACHER! TEACHER! TEACHER!".
Everyone looked to see Joe having a tantrum about not wanting to die.
Paint dripped off of everyone's paused hands as they watched in surprise.
Was he going to be ok?
Younger Taki~
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Reeeeal quick post~ .A.
