#shslliteraryeditor

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Gold eyes went wide looking at the new arrivals as Zisel silently worked to talk herself out of turning tail and running. They surely couldn't be that bad, all of these ridiculous paranoid worries of them absolutely hating her already had to be baseless. Quickly the raven haired girl tried to deflect those thoughts and forced a tense smile onto her face and started to type on her tablet. In a few moments she finished and looked a little content with herself and flipped the device around to show her peer what was written.

"W-why don't I greet you as you come? Gggghhh... T-there's so many... What do you all want? Don't come any closer!!"

He then waved his hands quickly in a flustered manner.

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stonecoldstuntdriver

Kin sighed in slight relief as the class was at last dismissed for the day. They had never been one to enjoy school, but however much they disliked it, they would never drop out. After all, this school was meant to boost their success and possibly lead to a better life for them and their family. If such was the case, then Kin would gladly put up with it. 

Quickly packing up their things, Kin made for the door, meaning to get home as soon as possible. They nodded to an acquaintance or two on the way out, but didn't have the energy to stop to chat. Keeping their pace steady, they made their way through the hall, checking to make sure they had all of their things. They had gotten to the lobby before they realized something was off.

...

Oh no!

Kin stopped off to the side of the hallway and pulled their bag from their shoulder to search through. No, no, no! It wasn't there! Their favorite calligraphy pen had gone missing! It was certainly one they couldn't afford to lose, either. Replacing the bag on their shoulder, they simply resolved to retrace their steps back into the classroom. 

Looking to their desk, they saw not only their prized pen, but someone picking it up and examining it as well. They strode over, nervous as to whether or not this person was going to steal it, and stopped a few paces behind this new person.

Their voice was soft when they spoke. 

"I see I have some company. Would any of you care for some chamomile tea? I've just made some, and it would be a waste to discard it.