Post by .Morbid. on Jun 18, 2006 22:16:25 GMT -5
"Ekirei?"
"Ekirei. Wake up."
Soft golden eyes slowly opened, and brought the one whom they belonged to back to reality. Not even the bells that had rung five minutes beforehand woke him from his slumber. His english teacher had to take hold of his arm, and shake him a bit to finally attain his attention. Ekirei leaned back in his chair, grieving the loss of the nap he thought he had deserved after pulling an all nighter filled with anxiety.
"Ekirei, school's over. You may go home, now," the teacher proclaimed, offering a cheerful smile that was not given back to her by the likes of the misfit of the school. He frowned somewhat at her meager attempt to cheer him up. Grasping the few binders that Ekirei once used as a pillow for his cat-nap, he took his time in rising to his feet, and dragging himself out of the classroom. Eventually, he had dismissed himself a little later than all the other students from the school. He always had to so as to avoid means of humiliation.
The downtown streets of Tokyo were packed, as usual. Most of the time it was so crowded that nobody could ever spot the likes of such odd features that the boy possessed as he made his way to the bus stop. Traffic was always heavy, and the idea of taking up driving lessons was just too farfetched. He could probably get to where he wanted to faster on his own two feet. Nevertheless, buses were pardoned by the pedestrians, dubbing them the fastest sort of vehicle in the district.
As he stood at the bus stop, Ekirei kept his head down to just look over the curb blankly. From time to time he'd run his hand through his unkept hair to make sure that his ears were at least hidden decently by the eyes of strangers. His tail was tucked into the pants he was forced to wear, due to school code. He was in a loose fitting white button-up shirt that wasn't properly tucked into his navy blue dress pants. His black skateboarding shoes were permitted in the halls, however. He felt lucky that they didn't make them wear dress shoes. He couldn't stand formal wear.
He hugged his books against his chestly, and permitted a sigh's desperate escape through his slightly parted lips. If he had any hope of surviving the week with the school Talent Show just around the corner, he had to come up with some better lyrics than those he had written and drove himself mad over last night. The thought of remaining in his trailer to work on his project was close to mind, but laundry day would surely minus a few hours off of his studies.
"Ekirei. Wake up."
Soft golden eyes slowly opened, and brought the one whom they belonged to back to reality. Not even the bells that had rung five minutes beforehand woke him from his slumber. His english teacher had to take hold of his arm, and shake him a bit to finally attain his attention. Ekirei leaned back in his chair, grieving the loss of the nap he thought he had deserved after pulling an all nighter filled with anxiety.
"Ekirei, school's over. You may go home, now," the teacher proclaimed, offering a cheerful smile that was not given back to her by the likes of the misfit of the school. He frowned somewhat at her meager attempt to cheer him up. Grasping the few binders that Ekirei once used as a pillow for his cat-nap, he took his time in rising to his feet, and dragging himself out of the classroom. Eventually, he had dismissed himself a little later than all the other students from the school. He always had to so as to avoid means of humiliation.
The downtown streets of Tokyo were packed, as usual. Most of the time it was so crowded that nobody could ever spot the likes of such odd features that the boy possessed as he made his way to the bus stop. Traffic was always heavy, and the idea of taking up driving lessons was just too farfetched. He could probably get to where he wanted to faster on his own two feet. Nevertheless, buses were pardoned by the pedestrians, dubbing them the fastest sort of vehicle in the district.
As he stood at the bus stop, Ekirei kept his head down to just look over the curb blankly. From time to time he'd run his hand through his unkept hair to make sure that his ears were at least hidden decently by the eyes of strangers. His tail was tucked into the pants he was forced to wear, due to school code. He was in a loose fitting white button-up shirt that wasn't properly tucked into his navy blue dress pants. His black skateboarding shoes were permitted in the halls, however. He felt lucky that they didn't make them wear dress shoes. He couldn't stand formal wear.
He hugged his books against his chestly, and permitted a sigh's desperate escape through his slightly parted lips. If he had any hope of surviving the week with the school Talent Show just around the corner, he had to come up with some better lyrics than those he had written and drove himself mad over last night. The thought of remaining in his trailer to work on his project was close to mind, but laundry day would surely minus a few hours off of his studies.