What good was it doing a hobby when no one appreciates one’s talent?
I went to class with the other students still feeling nervous after what happened at Leyden Avalon.
I could even tell the teachers were thrown off, too.
“Alright, we’re going to go to the next unit today. Not with unit seventeen since it dealt with a massacre and…” She wanted to cry before she regained composure. “Sorry. Let’s move on.”
Then again, I’ve noticed that one student in the school didn’t have the same kind of depression as everyone after last Saturday.
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