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I sit at my desk, trying my very best to listen to the lecture about werewolf history. It’s so very dull, though and just when you think it may be over, it continues on with another facet that is equally as dull. I’ve tried to appear to be the very best student, listening dutifully in each class, doing all my work timely, eagerly participating even when I absolutely don’t want to. As Luna, it’s important that I behave appropriately. This class, though, this class makes me want to take a nap. Finally, I give up and lay my pencil on the desk, giving up on taking notes. I’m in a bad mood today, and this is just making it worse. “Can’t take any more notes, Luna?” A boy with tan skin and black hair asks me with a smirk, speaking in a hushed tone as to not gain the attention of the teache