Yo ( dylan)

He was just swaggering through the corridors, his sunglasses high up his noes and his hands in the pockets of his bootiful jackets as he looked around the place a smirk playing on his lips. He was the youngest at the school and he knew he had to take adventage of that well that and the fact that his dad was a teaher at the school...which was usually a bad thing but nick wasn't a normal teacher...not at all so he was fine. He huffed and was just thinking about all the lit things he was going to do at the school when he suddenly bumped into someone. It took a while before he found out what happened, the bump had taken him out of his little dreamworld and he looked up at the person "yo wassup" he said calmly ...

Dylan was heading to the teachers lounge when suddenly someone bumped into him.
'Yo wassup,' a young kid said.
Dylan looked at him and it took a while to recognize him.
Why was there such a young kid on Westwood?
Then it clicked. 'Ah yeah, Abel right? Hey,' Dylan greeted him.

'Ah yeah, Abel right? Hey,' Dylan greeted him. Abel smiled "Yeah boy! i am de jong, abel de jong " he said as he quickly fixed the most important thing in the world, his hair. "Who are you?" he asked narrowing his eyes "Are you a teacher here?" he asked curiously

The boy smiled. 'Yeah boy! I am de Jong, Abel de Jong,' he said as he fixed his hair. 'Who are you? Are you a teacher here?' he asked curiously.
Dylan nodded but he could feel himself getting a bit nervous now. This was the kid from Nick... 'Yeah, I am. I teach social studies,' he answered with a huge smile on his face. He loved talking about his subject.

'Yeah, I am. I teach social studies,' he answered with a huge smile on his face. Abel frowned "What's that...do i have that? " hee asked a bit confused "Never heard about it...hm weird..." he tohought back to the moment he got his books....social studies.....hm....

Abel frowned. 'What's that... Do I have that?' he asked. 'Never heard about it... Hm weird..'
Dylan smiled. 'Social studies is about the society and how things work there,' he explained.

Dylan smiled. 'Social studies is about the society and how things work there,' he explained. The kid looked at him a questionable expression on his pale face "But ...why do i need to know that? like i already know everything, you go to school and get a job and that's it right"

'But... Why do I need to know that? Like I already know everything, you go to school and get a job and that's it right,' the kid said with a questionable expression on his face.
Dylan laughed and shook his head. 'No, that's not it. You are going to learn the rules of society. The normes and values, some things about the politics, how you are as you are now and basically everything that has to do with the society and humans.' He smiled at Abel, hoping he would think fond of the subject.

Dylan laughed and shook his head. 'No, that's not it. You are going to learn the rules of society. The normes and values, some things about the politics, how you are as you are now and basically everything that has to do with the society and humans.' He smiled at Abel. The boy frowned slightly as he sighted "why the.." he quickly cut himself off "What i meant was, that doesn't realy sound like something you need to know..i mean...i don't know them and i am still alive" he replied 'i mean..all you really need to know is biology and p.e i mean...that's about real survival" he said thinking he was top shit smh

The boy frowned slightly as he sighed. 'Why the...' he quickly cut himself off.
Dylan raised an brow but kept smiling.
'What I meant was, that doesn't really sound like something you need to know... I mean... I don't know them and I am still alive. I mean... All you really need to know is biology and p.e I mean... That's about real survival,' he said.
'Well, then you're wrong. You will be surprised by how much you need to know about society. It's good to know how the world and the people living here works, you know,' Dylan replied with a smile.

'Well, then you're wrong. You will be surprised by how much you need to know about society. It's good to know how the world and the people living here works, you know,' Dylan replied with a smile. Abel sighted once more fixing his hair again. " well shit...that sounds like so much work already..this is going to be one hell of a year for sure" he grunted

Abel sighed and fixed his hair again. 'Well shit... That sounds like so much work already... This is going to be one hell of a year for sure,' he grunted.
Dylan softly nudged the boys shoulder. 'Aw c'mon, it won't be that bad. It's gonna be fun,' he tried to convince the boy.

Dylan softly nudged the boys shoulder. 'Aw c'mon, it won't be that bad. It's gonna be fun,' he tried to convince the boy. Abel sights "nah..i mean..mister fuchs is my mentor that's basically a death sentence already and i am the only boy in a class full of girls...wait....hold on that isn't even that bad...nah that's pretty lit..well the girl, mister fuchs still sucks..i mean he already gives me death glares and i haven't done anything yet ! ." he explained

'Nah... I mean... Mister Fuchs is my mentor that's basically a death sentence already and I am the only boy in a class full of girls... Wait... Hold on that isn't even that bad... Nah that's pretty lit... Well the girl, mister Fuchs still sucks... I mean he already gives me death glares and I haven't done anything yet!' the boy explained.
Dylan nodded. 'Ah yeah... Just try not to get on Mister Fuchs bad side, okay? Than you will be alright. And your father is Nick and they are friends so I think you will be alright.' He smiled.

Dylan nodded. 'Ah yeah... Just try not to get on Mister Fuchs bad side, okay? Than you will be alright. And your father is Nick and they are friends so I think you will be alright.' He smiled. The Russian shrugged "i don't know sir, i think i already am... boiit's my first week wait no my first day an i already fucked up" he laughed "well at least i am looking great" he said fixing his hair once more looking at the reflection in one of the windows. He turned back to look at the teacher "do you give lots of homework?" he asked

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