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He set his stuff down and asat in the seat and handed Cahal his sketchbook. "Your in it a few times....I always liked the way your hair was done." He smiled and looked away, he jst realized that he had thrown himself on the far reaches of the galaxy an taht he was fa from his comfort zone. "Whats your story?"

Skylina walked into her first period classroom with a tone of books in her arms, she looked at the students and smiled softly as she laid out the books in a neat pile on her desk.

"Alright everyone, please come and take out one of these books. . . We're going to be reading the script Macbeth," She said as she heard everyone groan which made her laugh, "I know, boring, but it's better than nothing! Now come on up!"

Cahal was beyond surprised to find himself in someone's sketchbook. Feeling obligated, though, he pulled out his own sketchbook and slid it carefully to Johnathan. "You're not in mine," He said with an almost apologetic half-smile, "Only birds in this one." He glanced through Johnathan's for a moment, noting that they were actually well-done and accurate to his image. He glanced up at the question, blinking. "My story?" He tilted his head slightly, a small frown creasing his forehead in the classic expression of confusion.

"Art," sighed Xaya before walking in. She looked about the classroom, finding an empty seat, far from anyone else. She pulled out a notebook, looking at the blank pages. On the first page she wrote.

'Now I sit here
For all to see
While the end seems so near
This is me.

Born of a mother
An angelic lady
Not a sister or brother
But a father demon so shady.'

Xaya couldn't wait for class to end. She could hear people whisper to one another and look back at her briefly before whispering further. She looked up, tapping her foot, waiting for it to end.

She wrote once more on the first page:
'So where's my happy ending,
My knight to rescue me,
My life condescending,
Where the hell could he be?'

She put the notebook on the desk, its black cover glistening with the imprint of a white rose design.

Cahal was equally occupied, though he did listen to the teacher. He was an excellent multi-tasker, after all. When he glanced over at what Johnathan was so busily drawing, he almost laughed out loud and had to actually clap a hand over his mouth. The irony of him, a demon, being cast in rays of light was almost too much and he had to bite his cheeks fairly hard to suppress the rare laughter that fought to break through. Luckily, the teacher did not notice the struggle and droned on.