These goddamn teachers, holding you after the bell just because the class didn't know how to act; whether you were participating or not, you're held with the innocents, and it makes no sense. Now your parents are waiting in the car in the car rider lane for god knows how long.

On your way of booking it out, mainly focused on just exiting, you end up... not near the car rider lane. At all, it seems.

You pace around, looking for any familiar trees or signs, and strain your ears for the bustle of students waiting for their parents, and yet your efforts are fruitless.

"Hey," a raspy voice uttered, from a corner the red bricks of the school cradled around. "what are yew doing here?"

You whip around for the source, admittedly spooked, and you begin to second guess yourself; are you even allowed here? Well, wherever 'here' is?

"Woah," a redheaded boy snickers, stepping out from the shady place where he was leaning at. "didn't mean to scare you. Yew lost?"

Oddly enough, the kid had a leather jacket on, even in this hot, humid weather. He kept an arm around his midsection, and in the shade, it was hard to tell exactly what was hidden beneath.