Another awful schoolday was finally over for Tobias. He packed his bag, throwing in the few untensils he had before bolting out the door, not without throwing his teacher a nasty glance. "Old hag" he whispered. Once out of the building, he lit himself a cigarette. He blew the smoke through his nostrils, his nose crinkling up as the wind blew his long hair into his face. It seemed like a storm was brewing up, a few raindrops falling on his cheeks. He huffed. He had to walk home in the heavy rain.