redwood
Junior Member
Brandon Blacksaint was waiting by his locker for his friends, the usual scowl plastered on his face as he watched some lingering students in the halls. As a senior, he had a number of free periods, and he and his friends would usually get lunches off campus for after school when they were stuck for sports. His attention was redirected to his phone. He was leaning against his locker, blissfully unaware, and uncaring, if he was covering anyone else’s. After all, to his left, there was a freshman’s locker, and as a senior, he had a hard-earned right to make their lives miserable. But to his right there was a fellow senior’s.
Kaya Zachary was sitting out on the school lawn where some other students sat with free periods doing homework. She had her earbuds stuffed into her ears, doodling aimlessly on a discarded piece of math homework she, of course, had gotten an A on. Currently, she was doodling a little girl holding a sword; it was a draft for her art project which, for her course, would mean to make essentially a picture-book, for any audience. Kaya decided to mold it around a little girl fighting nightmares. She was lost in thought, enjoying the rays of sun on her skin.
@Magattahana
Kaya Zachary was sitting out on the school lawn where some other students sat with free periods doing homework. She had her earbuds stuffed into her ears, doodling aimlessly on a discarded piece of math homework she, of course, had gotten an A on. Currently, she was doodling a little girl holding a sword; it was a draft for her art project which, for her course, would mean to make essentially a picture-book, for any audience. Kaya decided to mold it around a little girl fighting nightmares. She was lost in thought, enjoying the rays of sun on her skin.
@Magattahana