The weather outside was rather horrible at the first notice. It began around noon that it started to rain, first softly and then started to turn in a real downpour. As time went on the downpour began to turn in a heavy rainfall. Even when school was finished people ran towards their homes, yet one boy walked inside and started to move with his clothing leaving a trail of water behind.
Izumi went towards the older part of the building where there were some older classrooms. These classrooms weren’t that much used. Izumi dropped his jacket first on the floor and kicked out his shoes. They were both drenched and damaged not only by the water. He wanted those two at least off before he would get sick.
The boy had a gloom hanging over his head as he started to make himself home here. He had been here already a couple of times inside as he knew what and where was located in this classroom. He placed his shoes on a heater and his jacket over a chair with the back towards the heater. His hope they would at least dry a little before he had to wear it again. Slowly he started to move a little around and eventually noticed a feeling different than water dripping. He started to undress himself of his shirt and felt a nasty sting on the top of his shoulder. He turned his head to look so and bit down. It seemed that indeed he had scarped the spot hard enough to draw some blood, but not much. A loud huff left the boy and he started to look around further, his sides were covered with bruises, all were below shirt as you could say. Izumi started to pull on his tee again but left the sweater off. He rolled up his sleeve and started to sit down, he wanted to treat it but didn’t have the stuff to do so as for the moment with that in mind he started to let it actually air dry.
Slowly as time was passing by, the lights were going out in different classrooms as teachers were done for the day. Some remained on with lights as those teachers were preparing of cleaners were working on it. But one stayed the same further in the hallway. One classroom remained lit but the rays of the light were jammed by a half closed door. As if the person inside would be shut off from the world yet had a place open left for it. All the other classrooms had sounds coming from them, but not this classroom. If you would look you could see a boy writing down on papers, turning books and sometimes stretch a little. The only sound coming from the boy was the scratching of the pencil going over the paper, the sound of his arm moving over the desk, the breathing of the boy and of course the shifting he did every once in a while. But his clothes would protest as they were sticking to the boy's skin.
Izumi had been working on his homework to stay up in the class, yet didn’t felt the urge to do so at his own house as his father had a late shift, meaning he probably wouldn’t even see his old man. Swallowing a little he started to place the pencil down and look towards the ceiling, not having any note about his surroundings.
WC: 579
Topic for : Deguchi Shinzo
Izumi went towards the older part of the building where there were some older classrooms. These classrooms weren’t that much used. Izumi dropped his jacket first on the floor and kicked out his shoes. They were both drenched and damaged not only by the water. He wanted those two at least off before he would get sick.
The boy had a gloom hanging over his head as he started to make himself home here. He had been here already a couple of times inside as he knew what and where was located in this classroom. He placed his shoes on a heater and his jacket over a chair with the back towards the heater. His hope they would at least dry a little before he had to wear it again. Slowly he started to move a little around and eventually noticed a feeling different than water dripping. He started to undress himself of his shirt and felt a nasty sting on the top of his shoulder. He turned his head to look so and bit down. It seemed that indeed he had scarped the spot hard enough to draw some blood, but not much. A loud huff left the boy and he started to look around further, his sides were covered with bruises, all were below shirt as you could say. Izumi started to pull on his tee again but left the sweater off. He rolled up his sleeve and started to sit down, he wanted to treat it but didn’t have the stuff to do so as for the moment with that in mind he started to let it actually air dry.
Slowly as time was passing by, the lights were going out in different classrooms as teachers were done for the day. Some remained on with lights as those teachers were preparing of cleaners were working on it. But one stayed the same further in the hallway. One classroom remained lit but the rays of the light were jammed by a half closed door. As if the person inside would be shut off from the world yet had a place open left for it. All the other classrooms had sounds coming from them, but not this classroom. If you would look you could see a boy writing down on papers, turning books and sometimes stretch a little. The only sound coming from the boy was the scratching of the pencil going over the paper, the sound of his arm moving over the desk, the breathing of the boy and of course the shifting he did every once in a while. But his clothes would protest as they were sticking to the boy's skin.
Izumi had been working on his homework to stay up in the class, yet didn’t felt the urge to do so at his own house as his father had a late shift, meaning he probably wouldn’t even see his old man. Swallowing a little he started to place the pencil down and look towards the ceiling, not having any note about his surroundings.
WC: 579
Topic for : Deguchi Shinzo
