I walk over to the closet and toss on the first tattered shirt my hand finds, "Just let the dream go Shane, there is nothing you can do to change the past..." I sigh.
"...even if you could, what would it do?"
I hear the all too familiar sound of chatter outside of my dorm room as I walk over to the island in the dorm room kitchen and start the coffee pot staring at the empty spare room in the dorm. For the last year that room has been empty, I've contemplated using it as storage, but I don't want to risk getting in trouble with the Headmaster, Hell I haven't even met this HeAdMaStEr but he always stays up my ass about not joining any extracurriculars and my choice of decorations.
"I wonder what that headmaster would think if I went extreme with the Halloween decorations again this year, he got pisssssed last year with the fake blood and handprints," I think to myself as I pour myself a cup of coffee, "it was rather funny seeing that girl pass out though."
The morning bell rings at the same time every morning, at 8am not a moment sooner and not a moment later, so I've developed a routine to give myself an hour and a half to get ready and mentally prepare for whatever droning I will hear in class today. I also have to have time to walk to class because unlike most people here I don't have some form of magic to help with transportation and I'm not letting Craig fly me to class, that kid gives me the creeps and that's coming from someone that enjoys crime documentaries.
I've managed to find a form of comfort in my routines, it helps to keep my mind busy. In this school, sometimes comfort can be rarely afforded that's why I choose to stay alone in my dorm and only leave when I need to, between all the crazy people to the random creatures that waltz in as they please its all I can do. These routines make me feel human, they make me feel hopeful in the idea that I don't stick out like a sore thumb here.
As I take another sip of my coffee I look at the time on the microwave and spit it out, "FUCK I'M LATE!" I have to shoot around the room to get my bag and leave my dorm, "I'm late I'm late I'm never late!"
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The Echo of Wing Beats
Teen FictionShane, a fallen angel cast out of Heaven, is haunted by the echoes of his past. Stripped of his ethereal powers and bearing the scars of a celestial war, he must adapt to a new life at Arcadia High-a school where the magically gifted and otherworldl...
