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  Whispers echoed around him, following him. Swirling in his brain and sending shockwaves over his body with each step. His nimble fingers turned the thin pages of the book he had balanced on the palm of his hand. The pencil making an accidental lead streak along the inked words on the paper and he cursed under his breath, erasing the mark and crossing his legs over each other. He had started to glance up before the voice rumbled in his mind to tell him he needed to continue his studies, not to be distracted and that he hadn’t even bothered to write his name at the top of the page yet. The boy almost spoke out against the voice in his mind though he caught himself, It would be idiotic to seem as if he was scolding himself about a draft paper. His reddened eyes remained locked over the notes he had already made and the words that seemed to dance almost seemlessly off the page.

"One day.." He told himself, "One day I will be the one they make stupid notes about." The male grunted as he nodded to no one in particular before the voice boomed in his mind again about the name at the top of the paper. This time, he opened his mouth to speak— tone rigid as it was quite clear he was rather annoyed. "I didn’t ask for your stupid almighty wisdom right now. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m supposed to be doing this report alone. Meaning no help, not to mention at all that I didn’t ask for a study buddy. So fuck off." The people around him stared, the boy had talked to himself.. He realized his mistake, pulling his hood up over his head and hunching over to scribble his name at the top of the page so he wouldn’t look as ridiculous. 

His pencil almost snapped in half as again, the voice spoke with it’s words mocking him. 

     ’You know, Zen, he is just going to make you summarize it.. You write too much.”