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"What in the hell is that thing?”

I guess the new dashboard is good for something…

So here’s a Jack for your dash.

STILL HORNY ON MAIN FOR THE DRIFTER

anyways just let me scream in peace in the corner

Weird Naming Habits

So when I create something original I feel like I have a really odd habit of having super long names. For example my newest story idea is titled Understanding the Differences Between Monsters and Men like is that too long or is that just me? 

Can't be Happening - Malik

Malik could not believe his luck, he had slept right through his alarm. He was going to be late, he couldn't afford to be late if he missed class he risked failing and if he failed. No, he was not losing his chance at a better life. He nearly sprinted across campus to his Science class and slipped into the room as quietly as he could manage. He wound up in the second to last row right next to a kid with two-tone hair. He slipped his notebook out of his bag and tried to focus on the lecture. The door to the lecture hall opened again and a shorter kid with black hair sat in the row behind him. Malik groaned he had missed whatever formula the professor was explaining. He gave the room a quick glance and as usual found it devoid of familiar faces. "Psst, Jean" the other late comer hissed poking the kid next to Malik. He ignored him rolling his eyes at his notebook. "Jean" The guy hissed again shoving his shoulder. The other guy, Jean, still ignored him, looking increasingly annoyed. "Jean" he insisted smacking the back of his head lightly. "What is it Eren" Jean finally sighed looking over his shoulder. "What did I miss" he whispered. Malik rolled his eyes, great now he had to listen to their little whispered conversation. "Figure it out yourself Jaeger, I'm not covering for you this time." Jean grumbled, tapping his pen on the notebook. Malik snickered at the indignant noise the other made at Jean's answer. He then returned to trying to puzzle out the notes on the projector screen. The tapping on the notebook grew more frequent. Malik continued to ignore him, growing frustrated by his own stupidity. Then he felt the tug on his shirt, he looked over at Jean, who was now staring intently at the professor but was no longer writing. His pen was tapping on a mathematical formula scrawled in his notes. Oh. Malik finally got the idea hastily scratching out the notes himself but it still wasn't making any sense. Then the tapping started again. This time indicating a math problem., again Malik copied it. And then it made sense. For the rest of the lecture Malik was able to follow and take decent, logical notes as per usual. He turned to Jean when the class ended "Thanks". The other looked up smiling dryly. "Don't sweat it, everyone misses the alarm every once in a while". Jean stood up, "Everyday on the other hand, well that's just his own damn fault." He smiled crookedly at Malik as he left the lecture hall.  

Way to excited

R and R connection t-shirts! I have been waiting forever for these, I will rock that shit to the grave. To the grave I say, seriously bury me in that shit. 

I'm the narrator and this is just the Prologue

The Reynolds International Institute for Study or as it is more commonly, Crossroads. Is an, as the name implies, a school where kids from the wealthiest and luckiest can mingle. To be admitted a student must either be lucky enough to score well on the exams, and it is luck. Or know enough people of note able rank to earn admittance. The institute ranges from Kindergarten to collage so that students of any age can have the chance to become a part of the elite upper class. Students can be admitted at ay grade level at two points in the year. One at the end of Spring the other and the beginning of Fall. If these deadlines are not met then the student loses their chance at admittance. All the formalities aside the school is one of the best in the world and most people jump at the chance to gain entry for themselves or a loved one. But that’s most people.