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Thursday March 21st, 2016
Largent glowered at nothing. The halls were empty and only the echoes of his footsteps gave any indication that there was life in the school. The old building was so sturdily built that even with classrooms filled with students, the sound was contained to within the rooms. Nothing was to be heard in the hall. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes, realizing at a glance that he was nearly out.
He sighed, plucked one of the last smokes from the pack and tucked it between his lips, making his way back to the bleachers. He was skipping third period and waiting for lunch. he only had P.E. next and he really couldn't give a flying rats ass about that stupid class. He sparked up his lighter as he found a quiet spot to sit beneath the bleachers and leaned back against the metal support beams that held up the entire structure. With smoke swirling around him and birds chirping in his ears he sat, and waited.
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Richard groaned when Sophia started messing with Mina. Her reputation preceded her and he really didn't think it was a good idea for overly chatty Sophia to mess with the schools resident Ice Queen. The hall was rapidly filling with students, a few he knew, and others he didn't. Alden came back from the bathroom, hand still bloodied and he winced sympathetically but stood, shoved his book back in his backpack, and walked up to Sophia.
He shoved his arms through the straps of his bag so that it hung on his chest, turned and placed his back to Sophias, then reached back, hooked his arms through hers so they were pressed back to back, and leaned forward. The end result was that her feet came up off the ground and she was lying on his back like a turtle on its shell.
"Come on, Soph," he said. "Let's leave the nice girl alone and go to class. Soon as we get through this next class we'll go find you some grub, huh? I think your blood sugar is getting low." He was sure they made quite the comical spectacle as he started carrying her down the hall toward their next class, but he didn't much care.
Third period was quick and easy, looked like most of them still had the same class together. How had he not noticed all these people that he had several classes with every damn day? In the end there was a refreshing lack of further incidents and before he realized they were making their way through the halls and toward the cafeteria. He could already smell the mystery meat that was the staple of high school lunch the world over burning in the pots. Seriously, prison food was probably better than the slop they got, but he wasn't going to complain... much.
He was saying something to Sophia, what, he would never really remember, when the incident that would lead to the complete destruction of the normal, quiet life that he knew, began. He pushed open the door, and with his head turned to talk to Sophia, plowed headlong into another body, sending both of them stumbling to the floor.
"Ow," Richard whined and sat up, gingerly rubbing a small bump on the back of his head. "What the hell happened?" He looked up and froze, eyes opening wide as he took in the site of Largent sprawled on the floor in front of him. Next to the older bully lay an empty lunch tray. Empty because the contents of said tray had ended up dumped all over Largent. It looked like spaghetti with 'meat balls', orange jello, and an entire can of coke.
"I'm dead."
Largent glowered at nothing. The halls were empty and only the echoes of his footsteps gave any indication that there was life in the school. The old building was so sturdily built that even with classrooms filled with students, the sound was contained to within the rooms. Nothing was to be heard in the hall. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes, realizing at a glance that he was nearly out.
He sighed, plucked one of the last smokes from the pack and tucked it between his lips, making his way back to the bleachers. He was skipping third period and waiting for lunch. he only had P.E. next and he really couldn't give a flying rats ass about that stupid class. He sparked up his lighter as he found a quiet spot to sit beneath the bleachers and leaned back against the metal support beams that held up the entire structure. With smoke swirling around him and birds chirping in his ears he sat, and waited.
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Richard groaned when Sophia started messing with Mina. Her reputation preceded her and he really didn't think it was a good idea for overly chatty Sophia to mess with the schools resident Ice Queen. The hall was rapidly filling with students, a few he knew, and others he didn't. Alden came back from the bathroom, hand still bloodied and he winced sympathetically but stood, shoved his book back in his backpack, and walked up to Sophia.
He shoved his arms through the straps of his bag so that it hung on his chest, turned and placed his back to Sophias, then reached back, hooked his arms through hers so they were pressed back to back, and leaned forward. The end result was that her feet came up off the ground and she was lying on his back like a turtle on its shell.
"Come on, Soph," he said. "Let's leave the nice girl alone and go to class. Soon as we get through this next class we'll go find you some grub, huh? I think your blood sugar is getting low." He was sure they made quite the comical spectacle as he started carrying her down the hall toward their next class, but he didn't much care.
Third period was quick and easy, looked like most of them still had the same class together. How had he not noticed all these people that he had several classes with every damn day? In the end there was a refreshing lack of further incidents and before he realized they were making their way through the halls and toward the cafeteria. He could already smell the mystery meat that was the staple of high school lunch the world over burning in the pots. Seriously, prison food was probably better than the slop they got, but he wasn't going to complain... much.
He was saying something to Sophia, what, he would never really remember, when the incident that would lead to the complete destruction of the normal, quiet life that he knew, began. He pushed open the door, and with his head turned to talk to Sophia, plowed headlong into another body, sending both of them stumbling to the floor.
"Ow," Richard whined and sat up, gingerly rubbing a small bump on the back of his head. "What the hell happened?" He looked up and froze, eyes opening wide as he took in the site of Largent sprawled on the floor in front of him. Next to the older bully lay an empty lunch tray. Empty because the contents of said tray had ended up dumped all over Largent. It looked like spaghetti with 'meat balls', orange jello, and an entire can of coke.
"I'm dead."