startergomer
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James Luntz
After Mr. Sterling had approached, who he now knew was Lysandros, he had tried to stay still and stop the sweat from running down his back. Nothing like an angry teacher to put fear in you. However, he really made an effort to listen closely to the instructions from Mr. Sterling and when he said go he looked around as he rose from his desk. He got his clothes from his bag and started a brisk walk to the locker rooms.
After getting there he started to change, and as he did he started to think. The school had supplied him all his books and school materials needed. Didn't even need to purchase a pencil! Quite the difference from his old school where most of the kids were using old school supplies with books older than the students. A few didn't even have food sometimes, especially when the mines started to go. Now, it was like walking around on those college campus ads he had seen on tv. He chuckled and walked back to the room.
He put his old clothes in his book bag (this he did have to bring, it was an old worn thing his father had used. Very sentimental and still smelled of him.) He looked up as the teacher motioned for him to bring the sword. Nodding, he grabbed his sword and strapped in to his waist. It definitely looked weird and out of place for a lanky teen in gym clothes to be belting a sword to their waist but such was life.
As he walked to the field, he looked around and grinned at the sight. Now, his family wasn't poor not by any stretch but they weren't rich by any stretch either. Sure they had a small house. But things like new clothes and stuff just weren't super commonplace. They didn't shop much, and between the two of them most of their purchases were basically jeans, jackets, and overalls designed to endure the mines. Most of his casual clothes were older jeans frayed in places and with black gashes that refused to come out no matter how many times they were washed that could be used at school. Sometimes, he didn't even change between his work clothes and school clothes. And now they were just giving him these gym clothes. Brand new. Obviously if the very well endowed campus wasn't sign enough, the things they got made it quite clear that the school must have some fairly wealthy backers. From the beautiful trees, looking very autumn themed now that the seasons had turned to late summer and early fall as school started.
Hopefully he would get used to it, but he thought that he probably never would. Imagine, a place where every building wasn't built twenty years ago with quite a few having black dust constantly on the outside. Here? Cleaned walls, immaculate floors, no litter in sight. The trees and bushes looked so lush and beautifully maintained. If he didn't know it was school he would be convinced it was a mansion. Honestly whoever, was cleaning this place was doing amazing work.
By the time he made it to the field, he noticed that he was the first one there. Whoops. He didn't like standing out even for doing something well. His father always said he worried about time to much. Anyway, he stood waiting and viewed the field. He was honestly super impressed. The grass was beautiful this morning and the weather was perfect for the outdoors. He sighed and grasped the sword tightly, he could just see knights of old clashing in melees or jousts. He might never be as good as those old warriors but he could certainly try.
After Mr. Sterling had approached, who he now knew was Lysandros, he had tried to stay still and stop the sweat from running down his back. Nothing like an angry teacher to put fear in you. However, he really made an effort to listen closely to the instructions from Mr. Sterling and when he said go he looked around as he rose from his desk. He got his clothes from his bag and started a brisk walk to the locker rooms.
After getting there he started to change, and as he did he started to think. The school had supplied him all his books and school materials needed. Didn't even need to purchase a pencil! Quite the difference from his old school where most of the kids were using old school supplies with books older than the students. A few didn't even have food sometimes, especially when the mines started to go. Now, it was like walking around on those college campus ads he had seen on tv. He chuckled and walked back to the room.
He put his old clothes in his book bag (this he did have to bring, it was an old worn thing his father had used. Very sentimental and still smelled of him.) He looked up as the teacher motioned for him to bring the sword. Nodding, he grabbed his sword and strapped in to his waist. It definitely looked weird and out of place for a lanky teen in gym clothes to be belting a sword to their waist but such was life.
As he walked to the field, he looked around and grinned at the sight. Now, his family wasn't poor not by any stretch but they weren't rich by any stretch either. Sure they had a small house. But things like new clothes and stuff just weren't super commonplace. They didn't shop much, and between the two of them most of their purchases were basically jeans, jackets, and overalls designed to endure the mines. Most of his casual clothes were older jeans frayed in places and with black gashes that refused to come out no matter how many times they were washed that could be used at school. Sometimes, he didn't even change between his work clothes and school clothes. And now they were just giving him these gym clothes. Brand new. Obviously if the very well endowed campus wasn't sign enough, the things they got made it quite clear that the school must have some fairly wealthy backers. From the beautiful trees, looking very autumn themed now that the seasons had turned to late summer and early fall as school started.
Hopefully he would get used to it, but he thought that he probably never would. Imagine, a place where every building wasn't built twenty years ago with quite a few having black dust constantly on the outside. Here? Cleaned walls, immaculate floors, no litter in sight. The trees and bushes looked so lush and beautifully maintained. If he didn't know it was school he would be convinced it was a mansion. Honestly whoever, was cleaning this place was doing amazing work.
By the time he made it to the field, he noticed that he was the first one there. Whoops. He didn't like standing out even for doing something well. His father always said he worried about time to much. Anyway, he stood waiting and viewed the field. He was honestly super impressed. The grass was beautiful this morning and the weather was perfect for the outdoors. He sighed and grasped the sword tightly, he could just see knights of old clashing in melees or jousts. He might never be as good as those old warriors but he could certainly try.