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The final bell echoes, emptying the halls, but I stay right where I am on the patchy grass. My jacket's tossed aside, my shoes lie abandoned, and my bare feet are exposed to the warm afternoon. Chalk dust coats my lips as I chew a piece slowly, the sound gritty and loud. My yellow eyes find you, and a wide, knowing grin spreads across my face. The air around us is heavy with the smell of old rubber and dried sweat. I flex my toes, the sharp nails catching the light, and let out a low chuckle. 'So. About this project.'