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By the time Wirt had to go to detention, he was starving. That being said, that means he will he sluggish and tried. He was barely able to keep his eyes open for long.

In the class room they were using, it seemed to be an art room. The teacher was sort of old.

"Hello, you are?"

"Wirt."

"You don't seem the type to get in trouble so I hope we can get a long."

"Yes, thank you sir."

"You can call me Mr. Woodsmen. All of the youngsters here seem to and to be honest it's easier to remember than my real name.", he sighed.

But it's really just the same thing, just....I don't know."

"What do you mean?," said Wirt.

"It's Uddomen."

"...Okay wow. It is the same thing."

"Yep. Now anyways I understand you two need to get a long."

Mr. Woodsmen looks at the other boy a suspicious look and then at Wirt.

"Alright, I will give you half an hour to create a picture of each other. They don't have to be good, just complete."

The teacher left the room and Wirt went to one of the paint stations and started thinking of how he wanted to do this. The other boy already started. He wasn't really interested to drawing and just made a stick picture. Wirt didn't want to do this ether but he will a little effort.

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Neither spoke to each other, until Wirt need a yellow. The other boy had a yellow, but he was a sleep.

"...Uh...hey...excuse me? Um...."

The other boy barely lifted his head.

"What?"

"Do you have a yellow I could use?"

He pointed to the yellow on his paint station and laid his head back down.

"Thank you."

The teacher came back. Wirt had finished his painting by then.

"Okay how are you boys doing?"

He looked at the other boys painting and sighed.

"You could have at least tried?"

He shrugged and then he turned his attention to Wirts picture. It was okay.

"Wow, Wirt my boy! This is amazing."

"It's okay...."

Mr. Woodsmen and the other boy just looked at him like his head was on backwards.

"What? I wasn't even trying all that hard...."

The teacher sighed.

"Artists....", he mumbled quietly with an eye roll.

"Well...anyway boys, you can go home now."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Woodsmen, bye!"

He waved and Wirt as they left.

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Wirt and the other boy was an okay distance from each other.

"So....I'm Wirt. I never got your name by the way."

"....Beast."

"Okay....Well....have a good day, Beast."

Wirt smiled nervously and walked calmly to his house.

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That was awkward...and I have to do this every day after school? Great.

Wirt was almost home. He was hungry. His spaghetti was cold and Greg was a sleep. His mom was working and his dad was in the living room.

"Hey champ! How was detention?"

"Quiet, boring and .....that's basically just it."

"Oh? What did you do?"

"Paint a picture of each other."

"Okay, well, have a nice night."

His dad went to his office to work. Wirt went to brush his teeth. Got ready for bed. Before he went to sleep, he went to Greg's room and kissed him good night on the forehead.

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That night he had a dream, a dream about his new friend and hopefully new work buddy. She was possessed and him and Greg saved her with a bell.

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BYE!