It was a snowy day, nothing much had changed. Fell was outside smoking a cigarette. The skeleton was a senior, and was sick of the school he was in. He leaned his back against the chain fence, his cold eyes drifting around the secluded alley.

Mmh..another boring day. Tch.

He took a drag of the cigarette and flicked the ashes onto the ground, exhaling the dark smoke from his mouth.