I put down my bag. It is early in the morning, where my classmates are probably on their way to school or nipping their breakfast. Yesterday's lesson notes are still visible on the whiteboard. To kill time, I stand up, do a little stretching exercise, and erase the stubborn markerpen writings on the board. Fresh breeze rustle our curtains and stirs the atmosphere with damp air. Occasionally I can hear the cooing of pigeons by the windowpane and flipping of their wings while they take off. What a lovely morning! I say to myself, breathing in the morning air deeply. Maybe studying is the best part of my life, I nod my head.
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When you look at my class namelist, there are only 7 names in it with a "M" written besides each name. Yes, a small class. All males. All wearing trousers and isolated from other classes. Since we are studying under the same roof for 1 and a half years, we often sits down and share our stories and experiences among each other. Dirty talks, gaming tips, football match results and player transfers... They add spice to this monotone Form 6 life, of course. Sometimes(When teachers are no around), idiotic genes in our body will start itching and takeover our expressionless nerves. We sing, we dance, we wrestle, we blast songs, we share videoclips...these are bricks that gradually constructs our history in life.
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