The bell clanged.
The hallways became jammed with students scampering in and out of their lecture rooms. Some waved in line, ready for the previous class to discharge.
Prattle and babbler neglected the halls that once hung in silence. The teachers called out to some kids to pull up their pants. Hence, no human eye wanted to see their frillies.
The lockers doors crashed with youngsters darting the school to be in time for their next hell hole. While others banged their heads against the tainted metal since their vault didn't want to open.
With a sigh, I clumsily picked up my notebook and pencil case then stalked my way down to inferno. I twisted the doorknob, encountering a room where all their repugnance met mine.
I took my respective seat in the back road. Where a sticky note was stationed on the corners of the table written in rubish, bold letters. I placed my notebook down as I scanned the deserted room and the people around me.
A few students sat in silence, staring at their phones as if it was the most glorious thing ever. Blocking anyone and anything around them.
I saw a group of girls at the very back— towards the kitchen, giggling, gossiping, throwing atrocious glares in my direction. I averted my gaze to the clock. Acting as if what they did wasn't brutal. Of course. Ruining someone’s life isn't barbaric at all. Totally normal.
I saw nothing. I would be fine as long as they don’t talk to me. As long as I don’t have to confront them. For a peaceful moment. For a peaceful mind. For once. A hole formed in my stomach as I watched him.
He hiked with confidence. Flapping his blonde mane from side to side with that idiotic conviction of his. Not even one trace of guilt. Funny how you can ruin someone’s life and get away with it.
Like I said, totally normal.
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How do you think 'him' looks like? Any stereotypes coming to mind? Any characters? Anything?
