Twisted School
"Mr Christ, care to explain why on earth are you late!?" yelled the teacher. "Well you see, it's all because of my terrible fathers alarm clock." Angelo replied, in rather surprisingly voice full of malice. His father and mother split up because of his father, his mom told him thousand of times. His father was a terrible man, according to his mother. Angelo was a rather thin boy, in well-dressed in white silk and silver lines, the bottom reaching the end of the floor, with flame design on it, with blue eyes and white hair with a bit of blue at the front. "Not an excuse worth my time." said the teacher. "Usually, I would send you to the principal, but I got something different in mind." the teacher said with a sinister smirk. "Oh, and that would be?" said Angelo, raising his eyebrows. "You have to beat me in a fight at the Arena." said the teacher with an arrogant smirk. Angelo thought about it for a moment before he awnsered: "My pleasure, prick." said Angelo with a returned smirk. They both made their way to the Arena of Twisted School.
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