Cosmic Storm
Jedi Master, obviously
Jordan was just standing at the entrance of the school, you can do this man. It's just another school. Nothing you can't handle, you got this.
Jordan shook his head and walked to the lockers. Where's 475? God dammit. Jordan closed his eyes, his hands trembling as he reached into his jacket pocket to retrieve his cigarette pack. With a trembling hand he quickly snatched a stick from the box and pulled out his zippo lighter. He lifts the cigarette to his mouth, and a beautiful sunset flame quickly lights the cigarette. Jordan inhaled the gray smoky substance before exhaling. Peace.
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"What the hell?"Jordan exclaims dropping his lighter, the fire alarm begins blaring above him. Shit shit shit! Please tell me I didn't set off the alarm.
Jordan quickly snuffs out cigarette under his Chuck Taylor's before picking up his zippo and dusting it off before placing it back in his pocket. Jordan quickly looks down the hall to his left and right checking for anybody coming for him. A couple classes begin leaving their classes in unison as the fire alarm blares. Nervously, Jordan quickly slips into a line heading into the direction of the school field. Hopefully no one notices me. Jordan stuffs his hands in his pockets, slowly walking behind the person in front of him.
Jordan shook his head and walked to the lockers. Where's 475? God dammit. Jordan closed his eyes, his hands trembling as he reached into his jacket pocket to retrieve his cigarette pack. With a trembling hand he quickly snatched a stick from the box and pulled out his zippo lighter. He lifts the cigarette to his mouth, and a beautiful sunset flame quickly lights the cigarette. Jordan inhaled the gray smoky substance before exhaling. Peace.
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"What the hell?"Jordan exclaims dropping his lighter, the fire alarm begins blaring above him. Shit shit shit! Please tell me I didn't set off the alarm.
Jordan quickly snuffs out cigarette under his Chuck Taylor's before picking up his zippo and dusting it off before placing it back in his pocket. Jordan quickly looks down the hall to his left and right checking for anybody coming for him. A couple classes begin leaving their classes in unison as the fire alarm blares. Nervously, Jordan quickly slips into a line heading into the direction of the school field. Hopefully no one notices me. Jordan stuffs his hands in his pockets, slowly walking behind the person in front of him.