DarkAncient
The rising moon
Ferlick walked back to his room defeated and kicking himself. Not only had he become an embarrassment but he had simply stood there gaping when he was informed he was going to have to fight. Had that Lamppost kid not showed up he probably would have died. He didn't even make it to his room before he collapsed in the hallway a ball of shame just sitting on the floor staring up. I don't even deserve to be at a place like this do I?" His sorrow suddenly gave way to a horrible anger at himself. He stood up and hit the wall nearby him with all the force he had making not even a scratch on the metal but he did managed to cut his knuckles. This moment of surprise mixed with his feelings lead to him letting out a scream of agony and rage before he managed to open his dorm and slump inside falling face first on his mattress. He knew it now, he wasn't going to survive this place. Nobody would even think about adding him to their team after that display, and who would want to he had proven his own thought Beacon wasn't for him.