FadingDaisies
One Thousand Club
Following Clark's example, Stephen walks to the trash can and tosses the things on his tray before setting the tray on top of the rest. Walking out and back into the halls to go and find their classes, Stephen pulls out a crumpled shred of paper from his pocket and reads over it. "I have English first hour..." He sighs heavily having built a hate for English ever since he was young. "Why do I even need English if I'm going into a science based profession??" Shaking his head, he looks at Clark. "What about you?"blueeyess said:Clark Somers
Agreeing, involuntarily, he stood up and sighed. Clark picked up his tray and carried it away, putting the remains of the food in the bin and the tray on the side for washing. Waiting for Stephen, he walked alongside him, "which ways your first class?" he asked giving the taller man a nudge with his elbow. He really didn't want to go to class now.. Clark wished he could just stay with Stephen a little bit longer.