The Last Light

"Don't get up. It'll make it worse moron", drogos friend said sarcastically glancing over.
" Don't tell me what to do-" Drogo goes to continue but is interrupted by approaching footsteps echoing throughout the hallways.

2 years before

"I mean it drogo, your failing all your classes, you are never awake, you're always day dreaming, and writing notes you won't allow anyone to see. What's gotten into you? It can't be because of you being bored, you have two packets of late assignments to catch up on. Come on kid, try harder, I don't want to see you fall behind anymore then you already have" drogos teacher implied but drogo wasn't listening, nor did he care for that matter.

"I'm calling home again drogo, this is absolutely ridiculous." The teacher added and drogo couldn't help but freeze where he stood, he knew he couldn't afford to go home again because of his poor grades. He also knew he couldn't look at the teacher for the life of him. Glancing away from the teacher to his bookbag which was full of clothes and other belongings. He knew what he had to do- but he couldn't bring himself to do anything yet.

"grab your bag and follow me this way, I'm taking you detention, I just can't handle you anymore kid, I give up" The teacher said as she led him out the room and through multiple hallways. Drogo looks down feeling worse then he did and sees an exit just down a hallway.

It's not that far.. I could make it and be out of here by morning. He thought to himself. Out of nowhere he breaks out into a sprint down the hallway glancing back almost hesitant but continues running until he's outside. He runs for as for as long as his legs can carry him taking difficult paths and turns.

Freedom was the lonely thing on his mind as he got on the nearest bus out of town. "I'm sorry... "drogo whispered to himself has he tried catching his breath looking out the busses window. He kept his hood up and looked at no one, he knew one wrong move was all it would've taken to get sent back.