It’s just like any other day. Boring, slow… You just wanna get the hell out of here so you can go home and do what you want

The bell finally rings and you’re finally let out of your last class. You grab your bag, sling it over your shoulder and head out. The halls fill with students, filing along and you slip past and weave between them. Only then, do you recognize a certain someone. A junior. His eyes lock with yours for a brief moment and you feel a sudden shock to your system. It’s like the subtle eye contact of your gazes crossing jolts you awake. As if you’ve finally woken up and this whole day has just been a dream. What was his name again? Kieair, was it? You start to get lost in your thoughts, slowing your pace to stare just a bit longer until someone shoulders you and brings you back to the present. Quickly looking away, you gain your composure and keep walking to head out to your bus.