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Cast your worries to the wind,

03:20 PM.

After a long day of school and classes and tests for some unlucky students, it was finally time to head home for the day. The final bell had rung, echoing through the halls, and after a few minutes the large crowd of students had mostly cleared out, leaving only small groups trickling away one by one, their laughter and chatter fading into the distance.

Shrimpo was sat outside on the cold cement floor beneath the school’s canopy, his back against one of the metal pillars, as it absolutely pissed it down with rain. Water hammered against the pavement and splashed off the steps, the sound loud and constant, while thick grey clouds smothered the sky overhead, casting everything in a dull, miserable light. The air was cold and smelled faintly of wet concrete.

Best of all, Shrimpo hadn’t brought an umbrella into school today. Just great. He hadn’t checked the weather forecast that morning, not expecting the sudden rain to roll in so harshly out of nowhere. Now he was stuck there, watching the rain blur the world beyond the canopy, waiting in quiet frustration and faint hope that it might slow or stop altogether.

He had no phone to call anyone since he was grounded and unable to use his phone at the moment, like usual. No messages, no distractions—just time dragging on as the rain continued to fall.

What good luck.