mikaluvkitties
Professional Unicorn Lover
Congratulations, you’ve made it halfway through the day. Another half of the day, and you’ll be halfway through the week. Of course, you have to make it through Tuesday first. So far, you’ve had your core classes, and after lunch, it’s on to foreign language, electives, and any club or sport you may have.
So try to enjoy the reprieve, and try to ignore the burden hanging over your head, even in the face of the nervous whisperings oversaturating the lunch room. Usually, the lunch room is much louder, but since the burner appeared two weeks ago, volume has dropped significantly, and conversation has begun to revolve around discussing the rumors of the previous day and questioning who the next victim will be.
Maybe the fight after school will help distract you.
For now, enjoy your lunch.
Casper didn't usually go to lunch, often preferring to spend his lunches in the cold, damp, smelly loneliness of the men’s bathroom, or, more palatable, the art room with Mr. Connor. It was warmer in there, from the lighting to the room temperature, and Casper liked the way the windows let in light.
And then there was Mr. Connor himself. He was probably the only teacher that had ever believed in Casper in any capacity, and he helped Casper with his art constantly, even during lunch. Casper didn’t even want to think about how many mistakes Mr. Connor had helped him avoid in everything from initial composition to posing to color choice. Hell, even the thought of it made Casper happy.
Today, however, was different. He couldn't be alone or with Mr. Conner. He wouldn’t be able to stop thinking on what the burner might know, his mind chasing itself in circles. He even doubted he’d be able to produce anything worthwhile. He knew he should still draw, and the guilt of the few doodles he had managed to produce the last couple of days weighed heavily on him, but it was difficult when so much was occuring.
So instead he found himself in the lunchroom, looking around for a friend, of which he admittedly had few. His gaze quickly landed on someone, however, and he waved, beaming as he moved towards Andrew.
So try to enjoy the reprieve, and try to ignore the burden hanging over your head, even in the face of the nervous whisperings oversaturating the lunch room. Usually, the lunch room is much louder, but since the burner appeared two weeks ago, volume has dropped significantly, and conversation has begun to revolve around discussing the rumors of the previous day and questioning who the next victim will be.
Maybe the fight after school will help distract you.
For now, enjoy your lunch.
Casper didn't usually go to lunch, often preferring to spend his lunches in the cold, damp, smelly loneliness of the men’s bathroom, or, more palatable, the art room with Mr. Connor. It was warmer in there, from the lighting to the room temperature, and Casper liked the way the windows let in light.
And then there was Mr. Connor himself. He was probably the only teacher that had ever believed in Casper in any capacity, and he helped Casper with his art constantly, even during lunch. Casper didn’t even want to think about how many mistakes Mr. Connor had helped him avoid in everything from initial composition to posing to color choice. Hell, even the thought of it made Casper happy.
Today, however, was different. He couldn't be alone or with Mr. Conner. He wouldn’t be able to stop thinking on what the burner might know, his mind chasing itself in circles. He even doubted he’d be able to produce anything worthwhile. He knew he should still draw, and the guilt of the few doodles he had managed to produce the last couple of days weighed heavily on him, but it was difficult when so much was occuring.
So instead he found himself in the lunchroom, looking around for a friend, of which he admittedly had few. His gaze quickly landed on someone, however, and he waved, beaming as he moved towards Andrew.
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