Despite the windy weather that has been lingering since the beginning of the week, the school trip seemed to be going fairly well for most of the students. None of them had been obligated to do any learning, or take notes, and Jim had especially come to enjoy the latter, since it allowed him to catch up on some sleep. He had considered mingling with the other students for a while, but one of the damp rocks located near the sea, had looked a lot more comfortable than the cold sand. The spot also made an excellent make-shift lunch table, which had been exactly what he needed at the time. He was used to having lunch around 11', and was just finishing up the last bites of a fresh apple. The teachers had warned him not to touch any of the trees that were planted in the neighbourhood of their hotel, but he hadn't bothered with their warnings. The juicy, green apples had simply looked too tasty, and it wasn't as if he got caught. In fact, he had been snacking on fruits from those 'forbidden' trees since day one, and the owners were yet to notice. It wasn’t as if he stole, or at least not in his opinion; the trees were plenty and so were the fruits they carried.
He took another bite and leaned back, hitting the flat rock with his back. The noise of children laughing dulled a bit, and he listened to the splashing of water colliding with the rocks that rested further into sea. He was a natural born slacker, and wasn't planning on moving any time soon. Resting felt good, some sort of reward for dragging himself all the way out to the beach on a cloudy day. He watched the clouds for a few minutes, finishing the last of his apple and wondering if the stars would come out again at night. At home, he had used one of his mother's old telescopes to locate them, and find out their names. It hadn't been hard to figure out a use for them after that; they made excellent navigating devices, whenever- and that wasn't very often -he had come by an opportunity to use them.
He liked the stars just as much as he liked his freshly stolen apples, dashing across grassy fields or cleverly avoiding school tasks and chores. All by all, he was a good student, despite appearing disinterested with most of the subjects. The only part of school he hadn’t quite mastered yet, was the reading aloud. His dyslexia didn’t cause too much trouble when he tried to read on his own, but combined with his performance anxiety, and the fact that his ADHD didn’t let him focus, it made him reluctant to read in front of others. Luckily, his seat at the back of the class ensured that he went unnoticed during most classes.
Jim stuffed the core of his apple into a plastic bag, he kept in his backpack and yawned. Then he began humming, and his gaze drifted to the sky, where the clouds made different shapes as they drifted by. Once or twice, the sun slipped through and he could feel a comforting warmth radiate down on his skin, taking away the feelings of cold that the wind has brought with it. He bent his knees and tucked his hands in his pockets, trying to make the feeling last as long as possible.