HE follows no PATH》《Instead he makes his OWN
Lance is showering one morning when he notices a tattoo on his body that he's quite sure he doesn't remember getting. What is it, how did he get it, and what does it mean?
And who would have thought that...
He knew that he must keep very still while he waited for two boys to go away. It was hard not to laught at what thay were talking, since he didn't want to be seen. They started walking the other way from him.
Where was he? Oh, yes, behind a big green (cuz yellow plants don't exist lmao) plant.
Where was he? At school, skiping class.
Why? We'll see that soon enough.
He was at a crossroad and whichever path he chose, it would ruin someone's life, that someone being him. The hall was divided in two parts, each leading in different sections of the building and whichever he took, he coulld still go where he wanted anyway. But, which was safer?
Even if it was daytime, in that moment everything got darker. The boy pulled his hoodie off to hear if there was anybody.
"Well nevermind" he whispered to himself "Let's just ," He pointed at one of the hallways
"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe" It was better this way "Catch a tiger by the toe" and easy "If he hollers let him go" "Eeny, meeny, miny mo-oh sShot!!" Footsteps and voices could be heard from behind him.
He started to run silently, trying to make as less noise as possible. He turned right and went on one of them not caring at the moment. He leat out a breath that he was holding. "God, phew..." The not uniformed boy sighed as he slowed down his pace and kept walking.
"Hm... Door number three, number three, why would the principals door have a number!" Whined "Like, why?" He howled. If the hall could talk, it would be sighting, from the atmosphere. "Number three num-no, not this one either"The boy mumbled, studying each door and looking at the pictures hanging on the walls.
The hallway is broad and straight like the old canal that cuts through the town, only instead of watery greens overhung by new foliage it is all scarred and peeling paint (not as much as he says). The floor is shiny though, just like the water in the mornings, brought to a high polish by the caretaker.
The school hallway must have been designed my a manic depressive, either that or someone obsessed by grey. The teachers had done their bit, hanging posters in primary colours, yet the overall impression was of drabness. The little man longed to paint the doors rainbow, or better yet blow off the roof and replace it with a glass dome. He could see plants in pots reaching up for the sunlight and butterflies flitting in-between.
"Not this one either! Ugh I'm getting tired! Oh wait!" He walked foward faster "Here we are*ahem* here 'I' am" Praising himself mentally he leaned his ear to the door and checked if there was anyone inside, looking from the little space of the doorkframe and then he lowered his head to view from the keyhole. "All clear" he whispered to himself. The tall boy tried to open the door hesitating for a moment, and then was surprised when it wasn't locked.
Pushing the door open he imediately started searching for what he needed there. It wasn't like the first time he was there, but not in this room. They had moved the headmasters office, for reasons he wasn't interested in.
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