#borednesskills

Altair sat towards the back of the large classroom and adjusted the headphones that were hidden underneath his hood, the professor long gave up on constantly yelling him to lower his hood, Altair wasn't the one to listen to a professor so he would always ignore the small and old lady, yet he did all his work, In fact he was somewhat ahead of everyone else, he believed that was another reason the professor got off his back. He yawned quietly and pulled out his sketchbook which he was proud off, the pages contained assignments, doodles, and sketches of random people, mostly his friends or classmates. Others were impressed on how well he drew and loved the small captions he would write underneath them, be it a journal entry or a meaningful poem. He glanced around the classroom for his next model and sighed, there was no one that caught his eye to draw, everyone had the same theme of clothes or weren't appealing to even bother. He wondered if he would find someone at the cafe or club he worked at. Yes he worked two jobs, three if you count being an Assassin a job. Paying for college on your own wasn't and easy fret and yet, Altair managed to juggle all three workloads evenly, including all his schoolwork.

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