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skymuffins2011-08-12 07:38 pm
notjustwhispers) wrote in skymuffins2011-08-12 07:38 pm
[Sept. 6/11] Third Floor Hallway, Afternoon
There was something rotten in this school.
It had nothing to do with the fact that the Aaron guy (whatever he was called) in his class muttered about doom all the time, or the way that the teachers paid very little attention to them--half of them didn't even acknowledged raised hands in a classroom which went against everything he'd picked up from all his previous teachers. It wasn't even the fact that the only people who treated his grade normally were, well, his grade.
Though that played a part in it. He didn't give a damn about most of his seniors.
But, see, the thing was--he'd been as this school since Thursday. It was Tuesday. He'd heard nasty rumours of that girl, what was her name again?, who was being ignored by her brother. He'd heard about the boy who couldn't find his sister and she was supposed to be here.
Seth liked to think he was a reasonable, logical sort of guy. His parents agreed. He was steady. He was deliberate.
Which would be why, not even a week after he'd started school, he'd skipped his afternoon classes and positioned himself down the hallway Sarah would have to walk, in order to get to her next class.
He folded his arms over his chest and waited.
See, unlike the girl who'd been crying over her brother, Seth wasn't the sort to cry, or complain that his sister was avoiding him, though she was.
No, he thought, I'm the sort that does something about it.
That suited him just fine.
It had nothing to do with the fact that the Aaron guy (whatever he was called) in his class muttered about doom all the time, or the way that the teachers paid very little attention to them--half of them didn't even acknowledged raised hands in a classroom which went against everything he'd picked up from all his previous teachers. It wasn't even the fact that the only people who treated his grade normally were, well, his grade.
Though that played a part in it. He didn't give a damn about most of his seniors.
But, see, the thing was--he'd been as this school since Thursday. It was Tuesday. He'd heard nasty rumours of that girl, what was her name again?, who was being ignored by her brother. He'd heard about the boy who couldn't find his sister and she was supposed to be here.
Seth liked to think he was a reasonable, logical sort of guy. His parents agreed. He was steady. He was deliberate.
Which would be why, not even a week after he'd started school, he'd skipped his afternoon classes and positioned himself down the hallway Sarah would have to walk, in order to get to her next class.
He folded his arms over his chest and waited.
See, unlike the girl who'd been crying over her brother, Seth wasn't the sort to cry, or complain that his sister was avoiding him, though she was.
No, he thought, I'm the sort that does something about it.
That suited him just fine.