He walked into the main building, which was more or less abandoned, people outside still taking in the last vestiges of summer heat, booting around a football, hanging around in the hope that another fight would start. Not that it mattered to him. His only goal was to get through today and get home so that he could relax a little.
He had been so tempted to bring it to school today. The first few days were always the most aggravating and he sometimes longed to just subvert the rules and make the school day a little less tiring, and his own exhaustion a little less noticeable.
Opening his locker, he took a huge amount of books out. He'd be needing them for study. It was only the first day, but it would make for a good excuse to get away from his father and into the sanctity of his room.
Slamming it shut, he prepared for the first class of the day, Math. He was generally good with numbers but only got average grades because he did what needed to be done, and no more.
Story of his life.
He had been so tempted to bring it to school today. The first few days were always the most aggravating and he sometimes longed to just subvert the rules and make the school day a little less tiring, and his own exhaustion a little less noticeable.
Opening his locker, he took a huge amount of books out. He'd be needing them for study. It was only the first day, but it would make for a good excuse to get away from his father and into the sanctity of his room.
Slamming it shut, he prepared for the first class of the day, Math. He was generally good with numbers but only got average grades because he did what needed to be done, and no more.
Story of his life.