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Vasker opened his victims eyes to greet the new day. Sunlight streamed in through his blinds, casting thin lines of brightness across his face. Usually, he awoke to near blackness, a sign of unwanting. But today was a Saturday. If it was, say yesterday again, twice in a row, it would be painful. The public school system probably made it school so they can grab you and slice you, and right before the knife strikes your heart they give you a weekend. Just to be legal.
He stood himself and jumped off his bed, looking through the closet. Nicholas Torbin dressed like he had women clutched in an iron fist and kissing his feet. Low rise baggy, baggy jeans. Knee-high basketball shorts. Jerseys. High baseball caps (supposed to be worn on the side, of course). Simple T-shirts were thrown on the ground, and to his dislike, this was the only thing Vasker thought to be acceptable for himself. So he threw a blue one on and shimmied into classic all black sport shorts and ran out of the house. He wasn't hungry for breakfast anyways.

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Kate Veraposie read a necromancing book on a bench by the marketplace. She almost wished she had taken the advanced classes in it when she had the chance, but she had not simply because she did not want a career in it. I sure as hell could've had a career in it.
Besides, she had taken extra writing and english classes instead, and through that she had become a better writer. She hoped to write science-fiction, she had buckets of characters that were screaming to be put on paper. Necromancing inspired her with new ideas, some that had never been used before in a novel. Just reading the textbooks from the library made her so eager to do necromancy again, but never having a demonstration or a personal guide had prevented her from growing in it, keeping her at the most advanced basic level.

Morgan simply watched as the rest of the students made thier way to advanced necomancy, he made it clear that he would never attend those lessons a long time ago, so now the teachers allowed him his private study.

He still to this day got looks of disgust from his fellow peers as they clutched todays read "Soul binding Pt-IV" as he clutched his book "Herbs and Remedies". A contrast if there ever was one in his opinion, he was stuck in a society where life was frowned upon in favor of death... and he despised it...

Never mind

He picked up his bag and headed outside. As soon as he was outside the building, a falcon swooped down to land on his extended left arm. "Have a good day Evan?" Morgan asked his only true companion. The bird tilted his head slightly, feigning an understanding, Morgan simply shook his head and continued on to sit at an unocupied bench, allowing Evan to hop down, he started reading his book