WinterPeach
The Heavy Metal Queen
Dark, well-worn shoes hit the sidewalk at a hurried pace, trying to make up for lost time. The bus he had taken from his hometown was unfortunately late arriving in his new city of residence. ‘Crap, crap, crap…’ Roderick chanted in his mind, ‘It’s the first day at this fancy school and I’m already falling behind. Way to go, self.’.
His cream-colored hair lazily bounced along as he desperately ran from the bus depot to the location of this mysterious academy, his ivory skin breaking into a mild sweat in the mid-morning heat. Soon enough he spotted the golden gates with a small crowd of people, presumably students, gathered outside them. “Ugh, I knew it. I’m late.” he mumbled under his breath as he slowed down his pace and approached the gathering of people. Out of all the sights, sounds and smells that bombarded his senses one thing made itself clear. With a drained look on his face, Roderick turned his gaze towards the one holding an all too familiar looking bucket. He pointed weakly at it and huffed, “Is…is that…chicken?”.
His cream-colored hair lazily bounced along as he desperately ran from the bus depot to the location of this mysterious academy, his ivory skin breaking into a mild sweat in the mid-morning heat. Soon enough he spotted the golden gates with a small crowd of people, presumably students, gathered outside them. “Ugh, I knew it. I’m late.” he mumbled under his breath as he slowed down his pace and approached the gathering of people. Out of all the sights, sounds and smells that bombarded his senses one thing made itself clear. With a drained look on his face, Roderick turned his gaze towards the one holding an all too familiar looking bucket. He pointed weakly at it and huffed, “Is…is that…chicken?”.