TomokoTrainer

       "IT'S JUST another day. The same repetitive classes, the same faces, the same sounds..." A red-haired, blue-eyed boy thought to himself, dumping a few thick, hardcover textbooks into the bottom of his locker. He crouched, organizing the books that he had just carelessly tossed into his locker, with his dark-red messenger bag resting on the floor in front of him. He stood up after deciding that his textbooks were suitably organized and started shuffling through the multitude of different coloured sheets of paper that were all shoved into the cubby hole at the top of the locker. Upon finding the piece of paper he was looking for- a pale

       "IT'S JUST another day. The same repetitive classes, the same faces, the same sounds..." A red-haired, blue-eyed boy thought to himself, dumping a few thick, hardcover textbooks into the bottom of his locker. He crouched, organizing the books that he had just carelessly tossed into his locker, with his dark-red messenger bag resting on the floor in front of him. He stood up after deciding that his textbooks were suitably organized and started shuffling through the multitude of different coloured sheets of paper that were all shoved into the cubby hole at the top of the locker. Upon finding the piece of paper he was looking for- a pale