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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 7:52 pm
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Umi no Hanna The man with the broken heart Umi really hated teachers. He got out of high school as soon as he could. And then college he avoided his teachers often. Right now he was taking mainly online courses. He waited for the male to gather his things and finish his conversation. Gabriel left the room and Umi let the door close behind him. He looked at Gab when he asked about the pancakes. "Yes, they were good. Thank you." He said. They walked down the hall and Umi looked at his little brother’s appearance. “What the hell?” He stepped in front of his and stared. “Did you get hit by the storm or what?” He asked, upset by his brother’s looks.
“Sorry but we have to go shopping now. If you are going to tell people you’re my brother, you need to look the part.” He said, leading him to the front doors of the school. He was pouring outside, but the car was in sight. “Ready to run for it?” He asked, an amused look in his eyes before he darted into the pouring ran. He ran to the care, careful not to trip and opened the door, getting in quickly. He waited for Gab to get in before he locked the doors and turned the heat up. “We both will need showers.” He said, starting the car. “From now on, I’ll take you to school, okay?” He said. “I don’t want you to get all messed up like this again…”
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 7:54 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 11:33 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 6:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 9:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 7:54 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 8:32 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 8:42 am
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"Oh, sorry about that Umi." Gabriel apologized to his brother before listening to the man, giving a little nod to say he understood and took the uniform from the man, disappearing into the changing room without another word. He pulled off his dirty, ripped, and mud covered uniform that he had been using for quite a while, and slipped the new one on. It fit surprisingly well, but Gabriel noticed no change in his expression, he went up close to the mirror and looked deep into his own eyes. He wondered why he always looked the same, why he couldn't become excitable, and why he just couldn't pay attention. He shook his head when he found himself zoning once again and pushed the door open going back out to the men.
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