Me: See! I did type it!
Seth: You've had this one done for months and you didn't type it.
Me: …The point is it's here.
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Throughout the lesson, Ventus was struggling not to fall asleep.
He tried to focus on what the teacher was lecturing on, but it was difficult to pretend to care when he already knew the lesson.
If only he was a few years older he thought angrily, then he wouldn't have to be stuck with these bunch of incompetent losers. Hell, he could probably even use magic better than the teacher!
And yet he was stuck listening to the guy monologue about his past battles. Ven doodled on the paper he was supposed to be taking notes on and frowned. The guy didn't look like he would know the sharp end of a keyblade if he sat on it.
But Master Eraqus had decided he needed to associate with people his own age and here he was slowly being tortured to death.
He glanced up at the clock and nearly cried; only five minutes had gone by since class had started.
And the most depressing part, he thought bitterly, was the look of utter rapture on his 'classmates' faces. With a small snort he put the finishing touches on his stick figure and smiled ruefully. It was going to be a long day.
He was the first one out the door five hours later.
Catching sight of Terra and Aqua he rushed over to them.
"Freedom!" he yelled falling to his knees and clinging to their legs.
"It couldn't have been that bad, Ven", Aqua said with a smile.
Ventus frowned, "It was horrible!"
Terra laughed, "Then we have good news for you." "Master Eraqus has decided to take up another pupil", Aqua continued.
"She's around your age", Terra cut in. "So you don't have to come here every day." Aqua finished, giving Terra an irritated look.
Ventus ignored their argument; he was busy thinking. "Another keyblade wielder?" he thought bitterly, "Great, more competition. But on the plus side, if it gets me out of this prison, I'm not complaining. Much."