#mydarkstrangeson

Sanders Sides:

My Dark Strange Son (Story/Abandoned)

A Painfully Gruesome End (One Shot)

Virgil Comfort (Prompt/One Shot)

Drunk Texts / Hangover Comforts (One Shot Duo)

Hopeless Sanders Kingdom (Chapter 1 of abandoned story)

Heroes (Prinxiety One Shot)

Hamilton:

Part 1-Part 2-Part 3-Part 4-Part 5

Tag list (feel free to ask): @ireblogstuff-andineedalife

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality

Warnings: none

A/N: Hey guys!! I know you guys have been loving this (I say, having abandoned this months ago), but I don't really have an idea of where this is going. I'm going to give you the last thing I wrote of this, cause it's only fair. However! I'm wanting to start another sanders sides story! I just need to map it out this time so I don't get lost. It'll most likely involve prinxiety, cause it's my favorite ship. Anyways, enjoy what is left of this mess!

That next morning Virgil got up a bit earlier than usual to send Roman what he had done of the rough draft. His cat, Night, curled up on his lap as he did so at his desk. Virgil got her when he was eleven, after the family dog died. His parents knew that he preferred cats to dogs, so Night was the best option.

Virgil was surprised when, only a few minutes after he sent the rough draft, he got a response. Your writing is incredible. Virgil was shocked, but politely responded with a thanks. Virgil looked through a window, seeing Roman’s house. One room had a light on, he assumed that it was Roman’s room. He then wondered what Roman would think about walking to school with him. He scooted his chair back and began to get up, to the annoyance of Night. After apologizing to his cat, he got ready for school, looking out the window ever so often to see if Roman’s light was off. It was still on my the time Virgil shut his light off. He dashed down the stairs, hoping to catch Roman before he left.

He found his dads sleepily chatting over cups of coffee. He watched them for a few seconds, smiling at how adorable of a couple his parents are. His thoughts drifted over to Roman, bringing him back to earth. He opened the cabinet and grabbed a granola bar, beginning to eat it immediately. Once he finishes, he downs a cup of milk and says bye to his parents, who have just decided to accept their son’s constant hurrying, for whatever reason.

Virgil leaves the house, looking in the direction of Roman’s house. His bedroom light was off now, Virgil noted. Hurrying across the road, he nearly trips on the curb. “Watch out, there’s a curb there.” He hears the teasing voice of Roman. Virgil looks up “Oh, I had no idea.” Roman rolls his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. “Why were you crossing the street anyway?” Virgil flushes, beginning to stand up straight. “Um, I was gonna see if you wanted to walk to school with me.” Roman furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why Virgil would want to walk to school with him. “Tired of walking to school alone?”

“No, actually, I just wanted an excuse to..talk. We’re project partners, ya know?” Virgil mentally slapped himself. That has got to be the lamest thing he could have said. But, to his surprise, he got a laugh out of Roman. “Yeah, I guess you’re right?” Virgil laughed a little as well, looking down at his feet.“So, ‘project partner’, how do you think the project is going?” Roman begins walking as he says that. Virgil stands there for a few moments, surprised at how smoothly Roman can bring along a conversation.

Part 1-Part 2-Part 3-Part 4

At the end of the day, Virgil and Roman had agreed to meet up. They both decided that the sooner they get done with this project, the better. Virgil’s idea had been the winner from their brainstorming, so they would make an alternate story. One that was not only a twenty first century love story, but a gay love story. They both thought that it would be an interesting take on the play, as both males were gay, neither one admitting it to the other, however.

Virgil stood at his own locker, waiting for the theater geek to get out of his last hour, drama class. It had been running late, which annoyed Virgil, but he had his music, which made the wait a little bit more bearable. At last, he saw Roman hurrying down the hallway. “Took you long enough.” Virgil said, a smirk plastering his face. “I had to stay for a moment, after class meeting.” Roman mumbles in response, getting to his locker.

“So, we’re going to your place, right?” Virgil asks, a hint of impatience in his voice. He followed Roman to his locker, Virgil’s book bag noisily bouncing on his back as he does so. “No. My dad has some of his theater buddies at the house tonight..” Roman mumbles as he throws items into his bag. “Your dad’s into theater, like you?” Roman looks up at Virgil, a look of disbelief on his face. “You can’t tell from my last name? Sanders?” “Uh..no, I’m not into theater stuff.” Roman rolls his eyes. “You should be. Haven’t you heard of Thomas Sanders?”

Virgil thinks for a moment. “Maybe I’ve heard the name somewhere..” “Well, that’s my father.” “Okay..I guess we could go to my house. We’re walking there, though.” Roman sighs and shuts his locker, lifting his seemingly heavy school bag. “Fine, let’s go.” Roman heads directly for the front entrance, passing Virgil. “Hey,you don’t even know where I live!!”

They walked down the street in silence. Roman was humming, but Virgil didn’t notice, with his headphones blasting. He wanted to start talking to Roman, he just didn’t know where to start. He wanted to apologize, but he didn’t know how Roman would respond to an apology. Virgil was half tempted to ask where Roman lives, but again, he didn’t want to risk anything. So all they did was talk in silence, until Virgil felt Roman nudge him,

“Hey, this is my house. Would you mind me stopping to throw my stuff in?” Virgil shut off his music and nodded. “Go ahead. My house isn’t too far from here.” Roman gave a polite smile before running across the street and stepping into his house. Virgil looked over the house. It was a pretty well sized house, two stories. It had a nice roof for star-gazing. Virgil shook the thought, why would that matter? Virgil then realizes just how close Roman’s house was to his.

On the opposite side of the street as Roman’s house, and a few houses down, was Virgil’s house. Virgil was shocked at how close they lived to each other. He had probably looked at his house many times, not even thinking about who lived there. And it happened to be Roman Sanders. Virgil was taking out of his thoughts as Roman ran across the street over to him. “Alright, let’s get to your house.” Virgil nodded and started walking. His abrupt stop in front of his house surprised Roman.

“Wow..we do not live far from each other, do we?” “Nope.” Virgil replied, heading for his home, Roman following suite. As they entered, they were greeted by Patton, who appeared to be baking cookies. “Hey, kiddo! Did you bring a friend?” Virgil shook his head. “More like person-I-got-stuck-doing-a-project-with. Where’s dad?” “Oh, he had to stay at the school to monitor the detention kids.” “That sucks.” Virgil says, slipping his shoes off, motioning for Roman to do the same.

Once both had their shoes off, Virgil and Roman headed upstairs. It wasn’t much of an upstairs, but it was all Virgil’s. It’s basically just a large bedroom with a bathroom attached. His parents’ room was downstairs. Roman stared in awe at Virgil’s huge, and dark, bedroom. Purple and black was definitely a theme. “Wow.” Roman mumbled, stepping into the room. “Can I assume that it’s the complete opposite of your room?” “Kinda..” Roman muttered, looking around the room.

“So..are we gonna work on the project?” Virgil asks awkwardly. Roman nods. “Ah, yes. Is it going to be an essay or..?” “Um..yeah, kinda. I was thinking we could re-write a scene from the original.” Virgil steps into his room and shuts the door, looking at Roman for feedback. Roman tries to hide the smile that was forming on his face. “That sounds fun!” Virgil looks down, trying to hide his blushing. “What scene were you thinking of?” Roman asks. “Well, obviously the most well known scene.”

Roman thinks for a second. There are two scenes that he thinks of immediately. He decides to go with the one that he would expect Virgil to go with. “The death scene?” Roman immediately regrets his assumption, knowing that stereotyping people was not the way to go about. “I was, um..actually thinking about the ‘wherefore art thou’ scene.” “That will be..interesting to translate.” Roman says, smiling.

“Yep, and we should get to work. Go to the computer over there-” Virgil points to a desk at a corner of his room. “-to research the scene and translate lines. I will start writing a rough draft of the scene on my laptop.” Roman stares at Virgil for a few seconds, taken aback by him suddenly taking control of the whole project. “Let’s get working.” Virgil says after a few seconds of silence. Roman nods and heads to Virgil’s desk. Virgil goes to his bed and begins working.

Before they knew it, it was six o’ clock and their brains were exhausted and their stomachs were hungry. “I think that’s enough work for now. How far did you get?” Virgil asks, stretching his arms. “I..um..copy and pasted the original scene to a word document..” “Is that it?” Virgil says, annoyed. He shuts his laptop and sets it on the table next to his bed. Roman spun the chair around to face Virgil. “I mean, I tweaked a few parts, but I don’t know exactly what we’re doing with this..” Virgil sighs. “I’ll just..send you my draft later. I’m too mentally exhausted to deal with it right now.

“Virgil! Time to eat!” Patton calls from downstairs. Virgil stands up and heads for the door. “Come on, Roman. Let’s not keep my dads waiting.” Roman nods, following Virgil out the bedroom door. When they get downstairs, they see Patton, standing in the kitchen with oven mitts and an apron, and Logan sat at the table in the dining room. “Oh, you have a friend over.” Logan says, looking over to his husband. “Why didn’t I know he had a friend over?” Patton simply shrugs, walking into the dining room and setting the food on the table.

“Oh, you’re welcome to stay for dinner, um..” “Roman Sanders, sir.” “Well, Roman, you are welcome to stay for dinner.” Patton corrects himself, smiling. “That’s a very kind offer, but I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” “All right, well, take care, then.” Roman nods, then looks at Virgil. “See ya, Virgil.” “Oh, um, yeah, see ya.” Roman gives a small smile then leaves the house. “He’s cute, isn’t he, Virgil?” Patton says. “W-what! No, dad, he’s not even really my friend. Why would I think he’s cute?!” Patton just chuckles and shakes his head.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Hey, you can tell what part this is at the top :D

Virgil woke up, finding it hard to get out of bed. It almost felt like there was no point in going to school. He had never cared about having friends; he was perfectly fine being an introvert with no friends. But now, having someone actually show interest in being his friend, it made him feel..different. And he had to go and ruin his one chance at having a friend.

He finally pushed the covers off of him, rotating his legs over the side of the bed. He let out a loud yawn and stretched. He stands up and grabs a set of clothes, then heads for the bathroom. After changing and applying his makeup, he heads downstairs, greeting his parents with a nod. He sleepily poured his cereal and milk into a bowl and sat down to eat.

“You’re a confusing kid, Virgil.” Patton points out. Virgil lets out an inquisitive hum. “Your attitude just seems..different lately. What changed?” Virgil swallows the cereal that was in his mouth and looks at his father. “I..uh..it’s a bit confusing. You know, teenager stuff.” Patton looks over at Logan. “You hear that? He’s a teenager now. We’re losing our baby.” Patton says in an over-dramatic way. Logan rolls his eyes with a smile. “Hey, we used to be teenagers too.” “Yeah..but that felt so much different from raising a teen.” “I think I’m leaving now. All this talk of you two being teens.” Virgil then gags. His parents laugh and Virgil takes his bowl to the sink.

Virgil heads out, having been getting into a habit of walking to school. It was probably good for him, he had decided. Upon getting to the school, he gets a sick feeling in his stomach that he couldn’t describe. He brushed it off as being dread, stepping into the school. He makes his way to his locker and looks around, almost hoping to, yet dreading, seeing Roman. When English rolled around, Virgil quickly got there before anyone else did and sat in the back. The day after the incident, Virgil was relieved to see Roman had shown up to class. Virgil, of course, didn’t speak to him, his social anxiety getting the better of him. And that’s how it’d been for the past couple months. Making his way to each class, avoiding speaking to this person he barely new, yet already cared about the opinion of so dearly.

Roman had gotten back into what Virgil assumed was his regular attitude. It was hard to tell if it was genuine or just an act. But today as Roman entered the classroom, he appeared a bit disheveled with glassy eyes. Virgil watched as Roman walked across the classroom, sat in his desk, and put his face in his hands. Virgil was confused, but decided to ignore it for the time being. The classroom began to fill up, and class finally started.

The teacher said all the normal stuff and got to talking about what they would be working on. “So, we’ll be doing a partner project for the next couple of weeks.” Virgil’s eyes widened at the word partner. As if reading Virgil’s mind, she went on. “And yes, you need to have a partner. If you don’t, you will get a zero. Anyways, the project is about Romeo and Juliet. You can make a video, powerpoint, poster, whatever creative thing you can think to do about Romeo and Juliet.” Virgil saw each of the other kids look in the direction of their friends, all knowing who they’ll choose. Virgil sighed and shook his head, not liking the idea of having to work with someone. He worked better alone, after all.

“Now, I’ll give you a few minutes to get a partner. If you don’t have one, I’ll pick one out for you.” Virgil sat there as everyone else got into groups, rolling his eyes at their immediate gossiping. He looked around, seeing that almost everyone had a partner. Only a few other students didn’t, one of them being Roman. Virgil silently hoped that he wouldn’t end up as Roman’s partner.

“Alright.” The teacher began. “Angela and Benjamin. Nancy and Rachel. And Roman and..” Virgil tried to hide in the back, hoping he wouldn’t be noticed. But of course, she spotted him. “Virgil! You’re partners with Roman.” Virgil stared at her for a few seconds, not believing his ears. He couldn’t be partners with Roman, he probably hated him at this point.

Mrs. Scarlett told everyone to get in there groups as she went to sit at her desk. Virgil started to panic. He put his head on his desk until he heard a chair move next to him. He slowly lifted his head, now face to face with a glaring Roman. “Why didn’t you just get another partner?” Both boys ask at the same time. “Hey, I’m not the popular one.”, Virgil said, annoyance hinted in his voice. “I..um..I’m not that popular. I just..treat everyone like a friend.” Virgil scoffs. “Like hell you do.” “Hey, my anger towards you is all your fault.” Roman motions towards the dark clad teenager. Virgil lets out and loud annoyed sigh. “Let’s just get on with this project.” Virgil huffs. “Any ideas?” “Well, I did want to record a scene from the play..” Roman mumbles. Virgil raises an eyebrow. “Hell no. Nothing that involves acting.”

Roman sighs. “It was just a thought. What did you have in mind?” Virgil contemplates for a second. What does he want to do with this project? He suddenly had a perfect idea. “What if..we wrote a paper or something about a what if scenario?” Virgil immediately saw a glint in Roman’s eyes as he said this. “That’s..actually not a terrible idea. It could be, what if the Juliet’s plan would have worked out? What if the two lovers ran away together? What if-?” Virgil cut him off. “No, no. What if the story had taken place in the 21st century?” “There’s already a rendition of that-” “I know, I know. But we could make it our own!” Saying ‘our’ felt weird to Virgil. Almost everything in his life thus far had been his. But having another person to have something with..that was an odd thought.

Hey, here’s part 3. I have no idea what I’m going to do with this but I’ll just wing it ;D

Virgil stares at his bedroom ceiling as he lays on his bed, listening to his regular music through headphones. It was Saturday, and he managed to barely get through the first week of school. Between kids making fun of him for the way he dresses and seeing, and avoiding, Roman in the hallway, it had been quite a little train wreck. He was happy to relax in his room for the time being.

A knock on the door caught his attention, so he shut off his music. “What’s up?” Virgil says, letting Patton enter. As he entered, he was holding a small piece of paper. Virgil quickly sat up. “Hey, Verge. I was doing laundry, and there was this note in your jean pocket.” He hands it over to Virgil, who takes it immediately. He nods. “Uh, thanks dad.” “Sure thing, kiddo.” Patton smiles before leaving his son’s room.

Virgil sighs, falling back onto his bed. He almost didn’t want to look at the note. A mixture of nerves and curiosity swam through his head. Fuck it. Virgil unfolds the note, seeing a beautifully written note.

Virgil, you seem really interesting. A little grumpy and emo, yes, but interesting nonetheless! Hang out sometime maybe?

Virgil stares at the note for a few seconds before really processing the information. He must think that Virgil is such an ass for not ever responding to him for the whole week of school. Now that he thought about it, Roman did sit at a different seat after a couple of days in English class. And Virgil did notice Roman lose his high spirits within a few days. He had just assumed that it was because of school, but maybe it was Virgil’s fault.

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On Monday, Virgil ate his breakfast quickly, to the surprise of his dads. “Are you alright, Virgil? You’re eating at an abnormal rate.” Logan had said to him. “I just..really need to get to school.” Virgil continued to scarf down the last of his cereal. “You’re gonna be sick if you keep that up.” He picked up the bowl and put it in the sink. “Don’t worry, dad. I’ll be fine. Is it okay if I walk to school today?” Patton stared at his son for a few seconds before nodding. “Yeah, you have all the time in the world.” Virgil smiles at his dads before picking up his bag and hurrying out the door.

While walking, Virgil began to wonder where Roman lives. He hoped that it wouldn’t be too far away, not that it mattered. It’s not like he cares. It was just some kid that decided to talk to him, for whatever reason.

Virgil runs into the school, checking the time. It was quarter til eight, he’d have enough time. He hurried through the hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of Roman. After having no luck, Virgil decided to get a drink of water from the fountain. As a sips from the water fountain, he wonders where the kid would be. He steps back and looks around, finally catching a glimpse of the brunette beauty.

He works his way through a crowd of people and taps Roman on the shoulder. He turns around, his face slowly turning from a face of shock to anger. “Virgil? I..um, what do you want?” Virgil is taken aback by the sudden anger coming from Roman. “I just..wanted to say hey..” “You ‘just wanted to say hey’? What about when I wanted to say hey? I turned me down, and decided you wanted to ignore me and..and..just forget it, okay? Just ‘fuck off’, like you said last week!”

Virgil was completely shocked and didn’t know what to say. Others were starting to look at them, and tears welled in both boys’ eyes. Roman turned around quickly, setting off in the other direction. Virgil just stood there, sad and hurt, realizing that he had already blown it, had no chance of being friends with Roman at this point. Just because of one shitty day.

He ran off in the opposite direction as Roman, ending at his own locker. He slammed a fist into the lockers, tears beginning to fall down his cheeks, along with the eye shadow he had applied in the morning. He wanted to bawl, let go of everything and sob. This whole ‘having no friends’ thing was really starting to get to him. The school bell was a distant echo at this point, and his vision was beginning to blur with tears. The hallway slowly emptied, leaving him and his sobbing. Virgil quickly wiped away the tears, deciding to just get on with the day.

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By the time second hour came, and Virgil had found his seat, he noticed that Roman wasn’t there. Concerned, Virgil asks the girl sitting next to him about Roman. “I don’t know, I haven’t seen him around.” She responds with a shrug. Virgil nods and looks down at his hands, feeling terrible about all of this. All he did was mess everything up. All he wanted to do was fix this, make a new friend, then it would be all okay. He wouldn’t be alone anymore, he’d have someone to talk to when he was feeling down, someone to laugh with. Of course, that’s never how it works out.

At the end of the day, Virgil decided to look for Roman. He doubted that he would still be in the school, but it was worth a try. After looking through the entire school, he decided to give up. There was no point in bothering him when he didn’t want to see him.

Virgil got home, went to through the normal ‘how was school’ routine between his parents and headed directly to his room. He shut his door and grabbed his phone and headphones. That night, he went to the window and climbed out the window, making his way onto the roof. This always calmed him when he was most upset, watching the stars. It always seemed peaceful, especially when compared to the hell that was called life. It was a nice distraction from it all.

The small breeze went through his hair as he looked throughout the neighborhood, counting all of the houses, wondering if Roman was in any of them, crying his eyes out. It was a sad thought, but it was definitely possible. And it made him feel terrible. He was the reason, after all. He just wished that there was a way to fix it all.

Thomas with the sanders sides inspired makeup is a blessing

Okay, lets keep going with this cause I’ve got nothing better to do.

Virgil entered his second hour class, English, frustrated to see that Roman was in the class as well. He was half tempted to sit on the floor rather than take the last remaining seat, which was directly next to the princely boy. Virgil hesitantly took the seat, ignoring Roman’s friendly smile. Roman’s smile faded as he saw that Virgil was not in any sort of good mood.

Virgil stares at his desk, not daring to look up until the teacher says the words ‘Romeo and Juliet’. He sits up and looks at the teacher, then at Roman, who has all but exploded at the mention of the title. Virgil rolls his eyes and puts his head on the desk, ready for the world to go away. A headache was forming, and it wasn’t going away anytime soon.

“Are you alright?” Virgil jumps at the soft sound of Roman’s voice, letting out a groan. “I was until you spoke..” “Well, the bells going to ring any minute, I didn’t want that to wake you.” “Thanks.” Virgil mumbles. He begins gathering his stuff, soon noticing a folded note on his desk. Before he could read it, the bell had rung and everyone left the room, leaving him sitting alone. He shoves the note in his pocket for later.

“Do you want to be sent home?” The English teacher, Mrs. Scarlett, asks out of nowhere. “Um..yeah, actually. I have a terrible headache and really can’t focus.” Mrs. Scarlett nods. “Alright. I’ll tell the office that you’re going home.” “Thank you.” Virgil says quickly, leaving the classroom. He begins to head to the exit, completely forgetting about the note.

He decides to walk home, not wanting to bother either of his dads. As he exits the building, he pulls his hood over his headphones, blasting My Chemical Romance. He cringes at the volume of the music and quickly turns it down. It was not helping his headache. He sighs, switching to a softer track before he begins his trek home.

Virgil walks along the road, the air smelling of rain. The air is cool and damp, making him shiver as he walked home. He lets out a long and tired sigh. It wasn’t even noon, yet he was already done with the day. Warmth was brought to his normally pale face as he thought of Roman. He hated that he couldn’t help blushing when he thought of him. Virgil had never really liked anyone, nor had he ever felt this way about someone. His feelings were inexplicable, and he pushed them to the back of his mind, hoping to forget the beautiful boy.

Virgil has a hard time talking to people. The only person he’s completely comfortable talking to is his dad, Patton. Don’t get him wrong, he loves talking to his other dad, but Patton was someone he could really open up to. That being said, he had never had an friends in school. Other kids would never approach him, especially in middle school, because who would want to be friends with someone that has none?

Virgil was not looking forward to high school. More people, annoying teenager hormones, annoying teenagers in general? No thank you. He refused to go to school on the first day of freshman year. Logan, however, would not have it. He went on a whole tangent on how important school was. Which made Virgil late for school anyways. Frustrated, Logan finished his spiel with “Just get to school or you’ll be grounded.” “But I never leave the house anyways.” Virgil whined. “Then I’ll make you leave the house.” His father said, ending the conversation as he left the house to get to work. He was a teacher at a nearby college, after all.

With a sigh, Virgil collects his schoolbag and asks Patton for a ride. It’s going to suck, especially being late. His dad nods, toast still in his mouth. After taking a bite, he says he’ll make an excuse for him once they get to the school. Virgil gives a small smile in appreciation, and they head off.

The ride to the school was silent, save for the few times Patton tried to make some sort of conversation. “Is there anything you’re looking forward to-” “No” “Okay.” Most attempts went something like that. Virgil finally decides to turn on the radio, cringing at the terrible pop song that began to play. He immediately changed it to a preferable station, and sat back in his seat, arms crossed.

Once they arrive, Patton heads for the school’s office and Virgil heads to his locker, knowing that his dad has it taken care of. Once he gets to his locker, he takes out a piece of paper with his lock combination on it. He fumbles with the lock a bit, failing at opening it every time. He lets out a frustrated sigh, followed by kicking his locker. He winces as he does so. “Do you need help?” A voice says from the end of the hallway. Virgil looks up to see a beautiful and well dressed boy walk over to him.

“Um..yeah, I guess.” He says hesitantly, not wanting any help. This beautiful stranger takes the lock and combination from Virgil and quickly and smoothly unlocks it with no problem. Virgil stares in awe, which is quickly replaced with a glare. “How did you do that?” A statement that was meant to be neutral sounds angry with the glare. “What do you mean?” He asks, confused. “Nevermind.” Virgil mumbles, turning to his locker and opening it. “I’m Roman, by the way. I’m a freshman too. I just have an older sister who knows how to open locks and-”

“Shut up.” “Excuse me?” Roman was shocked, unsure as to why he was being so rude. “Well, I was going to ask you your name.” “Will you fuck off if I tell you?” “I..I suppose.” “It’s uh, my name..is Virgil.” Roman notices as Virgil face goes red. Virgil immediately puts his head down. Roman simply smiles and nods saying “Well, I’ll see you around” before heading into the direction of his class.

Virgil sighs and proceeds to stick his head into his locker. He doesn’t know why he’s embarrassed by his name, he knows it was given to him by his dads. It was just the kind of name that he hated having from time to time. And now, seeing someone that appears so perfect, he didn’t want to seem lame. He refused to believe that he liked Roman in the slightest, he was too perfect. At least, as far as he can tell.

“Why is your head in your locker?” Virgil spins around to see Patton, looking at his son quizzically. “I..um..I was getting my..uh..textbook!” He says, quickly grabbing his first hour textbook. Immediately after that, the bell rings, signally second hour. “Alright. Good luck, kiddo.” Patton pats Virgil on the back and exits the school. Virgil sighs, quickly gathering his stuff and heading to his second hour class. This year was going to

suck

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That took longer than expected but hear ya go.