The bell rang, and James walked out of the creative writing classroom, only stopping to wipe off his ink-stained left hand, clutching his notebook close to his body. Down the hall, he spotted Edwin, Shana, and Rob; the trio seemed to be talking in hushed tones, outside of the art classroom. James frowned, concern growing in his mind- what possibly could have been happening in that art class to cause so much of a fuss?
James walked over to them, and said in a hushed voice "What's going on?"
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