Clyde stands in the hallway, a flock of papers stacked in his hands. He’s been placing them almost everywhere, he lets out a weary sigh. He looks tired in a way, schools almost over and the bus would come swoop them up to take them home, ..soon.

He jams the papers in his locker, not really caring if they would get scrunched up, he grabs his shades and his bookbag, now heading to the lobby.