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He smiled, he wondered how this conversation would go. "Oh hey." he started; typing slowly, finding words. "We won the soccer game a while ago. We got 2 goals while the other team didn't get any." He paused, watching the tiny scribbles of "Your friend is typing..." appear. "Oh. We had a game a while ago? Who were you against?" She said, sounding so neutral. "The section on the other corridor." "Who's good in their section?" "Uhh, " he stammered, trying to remember anyone he'd consider 'good'. He said a few names and smiling to himself, he waited for a reply. "No wonder. They're a piece of cake. Tell me when you beat the class with most of the varsities. I'll be proud, then. Haha." "Haha. We won nonetheless, you know." Laughing to himself, he couldn't believe it first. This girl is so fucking hard to impress, and yet... he enjoys it. "Yeah, yeah." She repli

Thanks to jo and numnums for the names of the characters. :) It was hard looking for names. :D “So now you’re telling me that I should laze about and not get better?” said Gregory, slowly making his way through the crowd. “Exactly!” replied Raphael, putting his arm over Gregory’s shoulder, “I’m just saying, wouldn’t failing the pre-test and acing the post-test mean that we learned so much?” Near convinced, Gregory smiled back at his friend and shrugged it off. He always had this weird twist in seeing life and when it comes to Raphael, it was always about passing barely and relax. Gregory knew he can achieve more and impress his parents but Raphael keeps him so occupied that he has troubles with acing his tests. The two walked around the cafeteria looking for what to eat. Lines were starting to pile up, and it was getting harder and harder to choose where to eat. they reached their table. The whole crew was there, most of them already eating. The group of students sharing the table had

THINGS I WANT THE READERS TO READ FIRST. Do not associate Raphael with me, I am not him nor is he a person I consciously wish to be. These are just ideas. These people are not real nor are they copied. This story is completely made up by me, with random thoughts. If you think it is bullshit then remember that I don't give a shit. If you think something is unclear, then comment about it and I'll try to fix it. Thanks in advance. “Hey, where’s Raphael?” a voice said. Desdemonda turned around to see who was talking to her. It was a cheerful Samantha skipping slowly until she was beside her at the same pace. “He’s with the guys, I think, by their usual room.” Replied Des, who slowly went to the front of her class and leaned on the wall to read. “All right. You want to come with me?” she asked, offering her hand. “No, I’ll just study. We have a quiz, see, and he’ll come by later on anyways.” She said with a smile, her eyes returning to her notes halfway her sentence. “Alright, then