(9:23AM, another dull morning), Mr. Sadler thought, glancing at his class, loud brats. All except for him, sitting right in front. (Derek), Mr. Perfect. Too flawless for life itself, not a single strand of hair would dare go against him now, whereas a few years back, he'd see that same kid pouting in detention. Only mere mask of perfection remained. He missed the chaotic boy who once ruled the halls. He sighs, and feins a smirk: Hey, Mr. Perfect..! Too busy to spare a glance at your teacher?
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