Snowfeather
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Song of Tomorrow
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Snowfeather
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The wind blew through her long, auburn, hair as she sat on the bench. She was in deep concentration as she held the pencil in her right hand, drawing precise lines in her notebook. Her blue eyes were framed by long, thick lashes, that complimented her skin tone. She didn't hear her friend Allison as she called Lydia's name, so she was taken by surprise as the tall, brunette with hazel, wild, eyes laid a hand on her shoulder.
She gasped and rose, dropping her notebook and pencil. "Allison! Don't you ever do that again!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide. Allison laughed, her shoulders shaking and making people glare at her. She wasn't the most quiet person in the world, so to say.
"If I hadn't, you'd have missed school," she pointed out. Lydia bent down and grabbed her
belongings, swinging her Robin Ruth bag over her shoulder as she -for the first time- heard the sound of the bell, calling for students to go to their classes. She blinked and then gasped as Allison grabbed her arm and pulled her into the school, where students were rushing to get to their classes.
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Lady Odyssey
Gone.
Lucas squinted through the bright, radiant morning light pouring in through the classroom windows, of which were cracked open just enough for a slight breeze to enter the constrained room. Lucas had never liked the size of the school rooms, as well as the corridors connecting separate compartments; one held the cafeteria and kitchen, another for classrooms, and the last one for purposes of the staff members which included the teachers lounge. Many times Luke had wandered the hallways out of pure boredom, only to be caught by a teacher on his journey back from the lounge. He almost smirked at the recent memory.
Ditching offered a variety of options to choose from. Whether it may be getting food, exploring the town (though, he does admit there isn't much left to explore), or simply hanging out with friends which more often than not leads to dangerous games of Dare, drinking and pranks. Sure did make hell of a story to share, though. Lucas shifted in his uncomfortable seat, propping his elbows on top of the wooden desk as his eyes trailed lazily around the room, briefly glancing at each group of people crowded around a few desks, likely sharing stories from the previous weekend. Already, he knew, he wanted to go home. Ditching was beginning to sound more and more appealing by the minute.
"What's up, dude?" a voice beckoned him out of his thoughts, and a boy─the same age as Lucas─met his eyes with a knowing grin. Lucas has known Tom for three and a half years, and the day they both met, they instantly clicked. It was as if they had known each other their whole lives, and they began a strong friendship that consisted of their fondness of ditching, breaking the rules, and all in all being sarcastic and somewhat rebellious. Luke shrugged at his friends question, not bothering to answer. Whenever Tom greeted him with that question, he knew they would ditch later. When or where, however, he did not know. The classroom door opened, and more students poured inside.
Ditching offered a variety of options to choose from. Whether it may be getting food, exploring the town (though, he does admit there isn't much left to explore), or simply hanging out with friends which more often than not leads to dangerous games of Dare, drinking and pranks. Sure did make hell of a story to share, though. Lucas shifted in his uncomfortable seat, propping his elbows on top of the wooden desk as his eyes trailed lazily around the room, briefly glancing at each group of people crowded around a few desks, likely sharing stories from the previous weekend. Already, he knew, he wanted to go home. Ditching was beginning to sound more and more appealing by the minute.
"What's up, dude?" a voice beckoned him out of his thoughts, and a boy─the same age as Lucas─met his eyes with a knowing grin. Lucas has known Tom for three and a half years, and the day they both met, they instantly clicked. It was as if they had known each other their whole lives, and they began a strong friendship that consisted of their fondness of ditching, breaking the rules, and all in all being sarcastic and somewhat rebellious. Luke shrugged at his friends question, not bothering to answer. Whenever Tom greeted him with that question, he knew they would ditch later. When or where, however, he did not know. The classroom door opened, and more students poured inside.
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Lady Odyssey
Gone.
Lucas Owens
Thomas had a tendency of getting on Luke's nerves. It wasn't as if Tom was deliberately trying to piss him off, he knew, but occasionally he lost his temper with the guy and lashed out without warning. The two had a history of going nuclear on trivial little things, such as who did what homework assignment, or who hung out with what girl on Saturday night, and so forth. Over the years of countless arguments and painful battles, the two stuck it out no matter how bad things got. It was almost as if fate was pulling them back and forth, back and forth, only to get closer and closer. Luke grinned back at Tom as memories flashed through his mind.
In the middle of a quite serious─not─conversation involving some party coming up next weekend and who will be there, Lucas happened to glance upward just in time to catch the eye of some lame-appearing girl rushing in. Mrs. Blake, considered one of the meanest and gruesome teacher in the high school, glared at the girl─Luke could never quite remember her name. Of course, this silly girl most likely didn't even know who he was, too. From what he could gather, she was just another one of those normal, boring and predictable girls who sat back, did their homework on time, and did nothing fun in their spare time. Luke and Tom snickered in unison.
Somewhere between Mrs. Blake's sleep-inducing lecture, the girl to the left of him jumped, appearing as though startled by something, and with a clatter, dropped her pencil. Momentarily, the teacher stopped the lecture to give the girl a menacing glare, only to smoothly recover and continue lecturing. Lucas had no idea, as usual, what Mrs. Blake was talking about, and eventually gave up trying to understand. It appeared that Tom had, too, and sat in the seat in front of Luke while twirling a pen, probably doodling and letting his mind roam about as it normally did. It wasn't until the pencil rolled in between his converse shoes did he snap out of his daze with a knowing smirk.
Bending forward, Lucas reached forward in a attempt to grasp the pencil, but failed. His arms burned from being stretched. Moving cautiously and silently, he moved his feet and rolled the pencil from beneath his desk, and out into the isle separating the rows of desks. Luke rose an eyebrow at the girl, and flashed a half mix between a smile and a smirk, and proceeded to snap the pencil in half. He tossed the girl the section that had the tip of the pencil, rolling his eyes.
[ Sorry for the late response! I'm going to be really busy with finals and homework ]
Thomas had a tendency of getting on Luke's nerves. It wasn't as if Tom was deliberately trying to piss him off, he knew, but occasionally he lost his temper with the guy and lashed out without warning. The two had a history of going nuclear on trivial little things, such as who did what homework assignment, or who hung out with what girl on Saturday night, and so forth. Over the years of countless arguments and painful battles, the two stuck it out no matter how bad things got. It was almost as if fate was pulling them back and forth, back and forth, only to get closer and closer. Luke grinned back at Tom as memories flashed through his mind.
In the middle of a quite serious─not─conversation involving some party coming up next weekend and who will be there, Lucas happened to glance upward just in time to catch the eye of some lame-appearing girl rushing in. Mrs. Blake, considered one of the meanest and gruesome teacher in the high school, glared at the girl─Luke could never quite remember her name. Of course, this silly girl most likely didn't even know who he was, too. From what he could gather, she was just another one of those normal, boring and predictable girls who sat back, did their homework on time, and did nothing fun in their spare time. Luke and Tom snickered in unison.
Somewhere between Mrs. Blake's sleep-inducing lecture, the girl to the left of him jumped, appearing as though startled by something, and with a clatter, dropped her pencil. Momentarily, the teacher stopped the lecture to give the girl a menacing glare, only to smoothly recover and continue lecturing. Lucas had no idea, as usual, what Mrs. Blake was talking about, and eventually gave up trying to understand. It appeared that Tom had, too, and sat in the seat in front of Luke while twirling a pen, probably doodling and letting his mind roam about as it normally did. It wasn't until the pencil rolled in between his converse shoes did he snap out of his daze with a knowing smirk.
Bending forward, Lucas reached forward in a attempt to grasp the pencil, but failed. His arms burned from being stretched. Moving cautiously and silently, he moved his feet and rolled the pencil from beneath his desk, and out into the isle separating the rows of desks. Luke rose an eyebrow at the girl, and flashed a half mix between a smile and a smirk, and proceeded to snap the pencil in half. He tossed the girl the section that had the tip of the pencil, rolling his eyes.
[ Sorry for the late response! I'm going to be really busy with finals and homework ]
Snowfeather
✨breedable ✨
Lydia watched as the boy reached for her pencil, only to fail. She held back her laughter. She saw him roll the pencil out from under the desk and looked up as he looked at her. When he snapped the pencil in half, she clenched her fist. She took the half she was given and set it on her desk.
She didn't continue her sketch, but instead packed up all her things, even though class was just halfway done. She put her stuff in her bag and rose from her seat, earning another glare from Mrs Blake. She turned to Lucas and narrowed her eyes. "Jerk," she whispered, before she slapped him right across the face. "Jerk," she repeated.
She proceeded to walk out of the classroom and into the hallway. Once there, she relaxed. She put her school things in her locker and grabbed another bag, stuffed with gym clothes. She closed her locker and ran down the hall in the direction of the field.
She didn't continue her sketch, but instead packed up all her things, even though class was just halfway done. She put her stuff in her bag and rose from her seat, earning another glare from Mrs Blake. She turned to Lucas and narrowed her eyes. "Jerk," she whispered, before she slapped him right across the face. "Jerk," she repeated.
She proceeded to walk out of the classroom and into the hallway. Once there, she relaxed. She put her school things in her locker and grabbed another bag, stuffed with gym clothes. She closed her locker and ran down the hall in the direction of the field.
Lady Odyssey
Gone.
Lucas Owens
The girl, whose name he could never seem to remember clearly, clenched her fists angrily. Seeing such a little girl, of whom was much shorter and smaller than him, show signs of aggression amused him, and made Lucas crack a grin as he contained his laughter. As much as the situation entertained him, he knew better than to laugh out loud while the teacher is around; especially when the teacher is Mrs. Blake, rumored to be one of the meanest woman in the town. Luke would rather not take his chances when he planned on ditching later on.
Lucas hadn’t noticed the girl’s movement until he heard her rise from her seat dramatically. The whole class took notice, too, and eyebrows rose from most of everybody. Mrs. Blake did not seem amused, and cast a weary glare at them both. After a few seconds, the classroom proceeded with whatever it was they were doing in the first place, the incident seemingly forgotten so soon. Lucas leaned back in his seat with a smug expression worn on his face, and folded his arms over his chest as he watched the girl gather her belongings.
The girl glanced at Luke, turned to leave, but stopped as if she had second thoughts. Without hesitation, she raised her hand up high, and slapped Luke right across his right cheek. He wasn’t sure what to be surprised by; the pain, or the fact that this little girlactually slapped Luke. The Lucas Owens, famous in the campus for having pranked countless teachers, been with multiple girls, and be the life of the party. And this… nobody seemingly has the will to slap him? Luke tensed, and rose to his feet.
“Bitch,” he hissed between his teeth, before sitting down. Just before she left, he gave her the bird. Mrs. Blake rose her voice, yelling at the girl to get her little butt back here this instant. The girl, being the stubborn person she is, didn’t. Mrs. Blake turned towards Luke.
“Principal’s office, now,” she spat as she crossed her thin arms. Lucas rolled his eyes. Mrs. Blake went to her desk as Luke gathered his items, and phoned the principal. The announcement lady’s voice rang throughout the school.
“Lydia Martin and Lucas Owens to the Principal’s office, please.”
The girl, whose name he could never seem to remember clearly, clenched her fists angrily. Seeing such a little girl, of whom was much shorter and smaller than him, show signs of aggression amused him, and made Lucas crack a grin as he contained his laughter. As much as the situation entertained him, he knew better than to laugh out loud while the teacher is around; especially when the teacher is Mrs. Blake, rumored to be one of the meanest woman in the town. Luke would rather not take his chances when he planned on ditching later on.
Lucas hadn’t noticed the girl’s movement until he heard her rise from her seat dramatically. The whole class took notice, too, and eyebrows rose from most of everybody. Mrs. Blake did not seem amused, and cast a weary glare at them both. After a few seconds, the classroom proceeded with whatever it was they were doing in the first place, the incident seemingly forgotten so soon. Lucas leaned back in his seat with a smug expression worn on his face, and folded his arms over his chest as he watched the girl gather her belongings.
The girl glanced at Luke, turned to leave, but stopped as if she had second thoughts. Without hesitation, she raised her hand up high, and slapped Luke right across his right cheek. He wasn’t sure what to be surprised by; the pain, or the fact that this little girlactually slapped Luke. The Lucas Owens, famous in the campus for having pranked countless teachers, been with multiple girls, and be the life of the party. And this… nobody seemingly has the will to slap him? Luke tensed, and rose to his feet.
“Bitch,” he hissed between his teeth, before sitting down. Just before she left, he gave her the bird. Mrs. Blake rose her voice, yelling at the girl to get her little butt back here this instant. The girl, being the stubborn person she is, didn’t. Mrs. Blake turned towards Luke.
“Principal’s office, now,” she spat as she crossed her thin arms. Lucas rolled his eyes. Mrs. Blake went to her desk as Luke gathered his items, and phoned the principal. The announcement lady’s voice rang throughout the school.
“Lydia Martin and Lucas Owens to the Principal’s office, please.”
Snowfeather
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Lydia stopped in her tracks and groaned. "Come on!" She hissed. She kicked the nearby locker and sighed.
She started to make her way towards the Principal's office, angrily. As she reached it, she sat down in one of the seats outside, waiting to be called inside.
"Lucas Owens, what a dumb name," she muttered. She looked around and made sure he hasn't heard that, which he hasn't. He was nowhere in sight.
She started to make her way towards the Principal's office, angrily. As she reached it, she sat down in one of the seats outside, waiting to be called inside.
"Lucas Owens, what a dumb name," she muttered. She looked around and made sure he hasn't heard that, which he hasn't. He was nowhere in sight.
Lady Odyssey
Gone.
Lucas Owens
The Principal’s office, though unknown to many, is quite a familiar room to him. By heart, he can name every single quote that hung loosely on the walls, along with neat piles of paper work, and even down to the very pencil holder; it rested on the desk, just a little to the right making it slightly off-center. The Principal herself has gotten to know Lucas very well throughout his years spent in the small high school, and the two are well acquainted by this point in time. Luke couldn’t number the times he has been sent to the office to have a firm lecture on what he had done wrong, and what punishment he merited. Never before had he had to go to the Principal’s office with another person. Certainly, he knew, something’s up and he most likely will not enjoy whatever the punishment has to offer.
Without having to look up from her desk, the Principal spoke. “Hello, Lucas,” she spoke with a sigh, as if exasperated. “Please take a seat beside Miss Martin, and we shall begin.” Her words were calm, measured and spoken in a professional voice. Luke couldn’t help but to have the urge to burst out laughing. In all honesty, he didn’t understand why she had to be here. She probably has never been sent to the Principal’s office in her life. It almost amused him inwardly, though he wore an expressionless face as he took a seat beside the girl, Lydia. Reading her expression, he knew she was pissed. The first time he had been summoned to the Principal’s office, he had been pissed too. He wore a smug look as he smirked.
“So, who would like to speak first and explain to me what exactly happened?” the Principal asked, looking upward from her desk to peer at them both. No signs of any emotion were written on her smooth face; no traces of anger, disappointment or amusement ever showed clearly on her face. Luke had always found the Principal as a particularly odd woman; not ugly or attractive, not old or young, not fat or skinny. She was an in-between, and never seemed to show an ounce of emotion. Of course, this upset Luke somewhat; he fed off of people’s reactions, and took pride in provoking a number of people in his life time. Lydia was just another person to add to his list, really. Just another person to annoy the hell out of.
Luke rolled his eyes, and sat upright in the chair as he opened his mouth. “Well, you see Mrs. Sanders, this girl is a bitch, and she couldn’t handle a joke,” he paused for affect, and smiled sarcastically at Lydia before continuing. “She then proceeded to slap me for no valid reason at all in front of the whole class. Lydia ran out of the classroom afterwards before the bell had rung.” The Principal studied Lucas for a long while, but said nothing. She never did seem to mind him swearing, while most other teachers sent him to detention for “offensive language usage”. It was quite odd in his own mind, but he wasn’t going to start complaining. Luke leaned back in his seat, relaxed, and popped his knuckles with dry amusement shining in his eyes. Mrs. Sanders didn’t return the amusement, and scribbled something down on her notepad.
The Principal’s office, though unknown to many, is quite a familiar room to him. By heart, he can name every single quote that hung loosely on the walls, along with neat piles of paper work, and even down to the very pencil holder; it rested on the desk, just a little to the right making it slightly off-center. The Principal herself has gotten to know Lucas very well throughout his years spent in the small high school, and the two are well acquainted by this point in time. Luke couldn’t number the times he has been sent to the office to have a firm lecture on what he had done wrong, and what punishment he merited. Never before had he had to go to the Principal’s office with another person. Certainly, he knew, something’s up and he most likely will not enjoy whatever the punishment has to offer.
Without having to look up from her desk, the Principal spoke. “Hello, Lucas,” she spoke with a sigh, as if exasperated. “Please take a seat beside Miss Martin, and we shall begin.” Her words were calm, measured and spoken in a professional voice. Luke couldn’t help but to have the urge to burst out laughing. In all honesty, he didn’t understand why she had to be here. She probably has never been sent to the Principal’s office in her life. It almost amused him inwardly, though he wore an expressionless face as he took a seat beside the girl, Lydia. Reading her expression, he knew she was pissed. The first time he had been summoned to the Principal’s office, he had been pissed too. He wore a smug look as he smirked.
“So, who would like to speak first and explain to me what exactly happened?” the Principal asked, looking upward from her desk to peer at them both. No signs of any emotion were written on her smooth face; no traces of anger, disappointment or amusement ever showed clearly on her face. Luke had always found the Principal as a particularly odd woman; not ugly or attractive, not old or young, not fat or skinny. She was an in-between, and never seemed to show an ounce of emotion. Of course, this upset Luke somewhat; he fed off of people’s reactions, and took pride in provoking a number of people in his life time. Lydia was just another person to add to his list, really. Just another person to annoy the hell out of.
Luke rolled his eyes, and sat upright in the chair as he opened his mouth. “Well, you see Mrs. Sanders, this girl is a bitch, and she couldn’t handle a joke,” he paused for affect, and smiled sarcastically at Lydia before continuing. “She then proceeded to slap me for no valid reason at all in front of the whole class. Lydia ran out of the classroom afterwards before the bell had rung.” The Principal studied Lucas for a long while, but said nothing. She never did seem to mind him swearing, while most other teachers sent him to detention for “offensive language usage”. It was quite odd in his own mind, but he wasn’t going to start complaining. Luke leaned back in his seat, relaxed, and popped his knuckles with dry amusement shining in his eyes. Mrs. Sanders didn’t return the amusement, and scribbled something down on her notepad.
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Lydia glared at Lucas as he sat down. She folded her arms over her chest and looked down at the ground. This wasn't her first time being sent here, that was for sure. She looked up at the Principal.
"Oh please Mrs Sanders, you know me too well, just call me Lydia," she told her with a slightly annoyed voice. She hated Mrs Sanders and her punishments.
She listened to Lucas and snorted. "The reason why I slapped the shitbag over there is because he snapped my pencil, the one my mother gave to me before she passed away," she replied plainly.
She rose from her seat, causing the chair to fall. "I don't need to take this bullshit from this guy!" She snapped, pointing at Lucas. "Just give me my damn punishment, and I can go back to my freaking lesson," she muttered, narrowing her eyes.
She had enough of this jerk. She held in the urge to seriously strangle him, which, trust me, she could.
"Oh please Mrs Sanders, you know me too well, just call me Lydia," she told her with a slightly annoyed voice. She hated Mrs Sanders and her punishments.
She listened to Lucas and snorted. "The reason why I slapped the shitbag over there is because he snapped my pencil, the one my mother gave to me before she passed away," she replied plainly.
She rose from her seat, causing the chair to fall. "I don't need to take this bullshit from this guy!" She snapped, pointing at Lucas. "Just give me my damn punishment, and I can go back to my freaking lesson," she muttered, narrowing her eyes.
She had enough of this jerk. She held in the urge to seriously strangle him, which, trust me, she could.
Lady Odyssey
Gone.
Lucas Owens
Mrs. Sanders has been rumored to have been divorced three times, only to remarry yet again with some guy originally from Ireland, and have since remained happily married. Luke had his speculations, but he didn’t completely dismiss the countless other rumors either; they certainly were entertainingly realistic enough to be believable, but no one could be certain either way, as much as they wished for the rumors to be true. Lucas couldn’t quite imagine the Principal being married to an Irish guy, to be frank. It was just too… peculiar and odd to even envision.
The annoyance in Lydia’s voice didn’t register to the Principal, and she sat stiffly in the large office chair with a weary smile despite the circumstances. She sighed, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear before glancing at the both of them shortly after she had finished writing down whatever it was she had written down. “Lydia,” she began, clasping her hands on top of the desk before continuing. “Violence is never the answer, no matter the cause. It was very wrong of Luke to do what he has done, but I believe students should not have to take matters into their own hands. That’s why people like me are here.” She paused.
“Now. I’m concerned for the both of you. Mainly Lucas, but Lydia, your behavior has recently been slacking. I would like the two of you to sort this out, and finish what has started,” she glanced at Luke, and seemed to notice him squirming in his seat. “Would you like to say anything, Luke?”
“No ma’am, I do not,” he gave a mocking smile as he spoke, and glanced at Lydia with a wink. “Sooo, can I leave now? I have places to be, Mrs. Sanders.”
The Principal let out a huff of air, and stood up on her heels, turned her back towards them, and stared out of the window distantly. “I would like the two of you to sort things out, yes? I reckon the both of you can stay after school. Perhaps work together on some homework assignment, and do this daily basis until I begin to see improvement in both of your attitudes. Understood? If you do not comply, I will be in contact with both of your parents, and there will be more severe punishments,” she gave a pearly white smile, and sat down. “Thank you for your time. You both are dismissed.”
Lucas was the first to exit. Seething anger boiled below his surface, and he fought his best to keep the frustration concealed as he passed a few students down the small corridor. He couldn’t believe it. Never in his life has he had to stay after school; normally, if he did, he skipped the after-school session and claimed he had been too busy to attend, and got away with the excuse every single time. Not only that, but he had to be with her. He had gone through hundreds of scenarios in his mind about what punishment Mrs. Sanders would give out this time, but never has he ever considered this a possibility.
He clenched his fists, and without entirely being conscious of his actions, he slammed a fist into the corridor’s wall. The pain, of course, didn’t register straight away, and he was left standing in the middle of the hallway, blood dripping down from his knuckles as he stared at the gaping hole in the wall he had created. Lucas, seeming to collect himself, took a step back and made his way to the nearest restroom, washed up, and returned to class as if it never had happened.
Mrs. Sanders has been rumored to have been divorced three times, only to remarry yet again with some guy originally from Ireland, and have since remained happily married. Luke had his speculations, but he didn’t completely dismiss the countless other rumors either; they certainly were entertainingly realistic enough to be believable, but no one could be certain either way, as much as they wished for the rumors to be true. Lucas couldn’t quite imagine the Principal being married to an Irish guy, to be frank. It was just too… peculiar and odd to even envision.
The annoyance in Lydia’s voice didn’t register to the Principal, and she sat stiffly in the large office chair with a weary smile despite the circumstances. She sighed, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear before glancing at the both of them shortly after she had finished writing down whatever it was she had written down. “Lydia,” she began, clasping her hands on top of the desk before continuing. “Violence is never the answer, no matter the cause. It was very wrong of Luke to do what he has done, but I believe students should not have to take matters into their own hands. That’s why people like me are here.” She paused.
“Now. I’m concerned for the both of you. Mainly Lucas, but Lydia, your behavior has recently been slacking. I would like the two of you to sort this out, and finish what has started,” she glanced at Luke, and seemed to notice him squirming in his seat. “Would you like to say anything, Luke?”
“No ma’am, I do not,” he gave a mocking smile as he spoke, and glanced at Lydia with a wink. “Sooo, can I leave now? I have places to be, Mrs. Sanders.”
The Principal let out a huff of air, and stood up on her heels, turned her back towards them, and stared out of the window distantly. “I would like the two of you to sort things out, yes? I reckon the both of you can stay after school. Perhaps work together on some homework assignment, and do this daily basis until I begin to see improvement in both of your attitudes. Understood? If you do not comply, I will be in contact with both of your parents, and there will be more severe punishments,” she gave a pearly white smile, and sat down. “Thank you for your time. You both are dismissed.”
Lucas was the first to exit. Seething anger boiled below his surface, and he fought his best to keep the frustration concealed as he passed a few students down the small corridor. He couldn’t believe it. Never in his life has he had to stay after school; normally, if he did, he skipped the after-school session and claimed he had been too busy to attend, and got away with the excuse every single time. Not only that, but he had to be with her. He had gone through hundreds of scenarios in his mind about what punishment Mrs. Sanders would give out this time, but never has he ever considered this a possibility.
He clenched his fists, and without entirely being conscious of his actions, he slammed a fist into the corridor’s wall. The pain, of course, didn’t register straight away, and he was left standing in the middle of the hallway, blood dripping down from his knuckles as he stared at the gaping hole in the wall he had created. Lucas, seeming to collect himself, took a step back and made his way to the nearest restroom, washed up, and returned to class as if it never had happened.
