LOVEL, LESLEY

School was finally over. Hallelujah! He wasn't a religious person or anything, but he could not help but thank every deity he could name off the top of his head when the final bell rang. It was like a chorus of angels within his ears, though he might just be over thinking things. after all, it was just a shrill chime than probably deafened the nearest kids and ground into the nerves of teachers who pause in mid sentence. This happened mere minutes ago with the bell cutting off his literature teacher only half way through her lecture. Hey, it was her fault for spending too much time going over why some author put something into one page of some book. Yeah, he wasn't really paying attention in class.

The blond had waited behind a little after the bell, allowing all the seniors to flood out of the class and down the hall. He had learned better than to dash out first thing after getting trampled, shoved into lockers, and tossed around like a rag dolls. It took a couple of days for the throbbing bruises to dull and numb. Since then he lingered after class until almost everyone was gone.

Speaking of which, the halls were rather barren today. Jeez, you would think there was a football game or something they had to go to. He wouldn't know. The only event waiting for him after school was to go home and feed his creepy crawlers... And, er, slither...ers. Lynton yawned, covering his mouth with one pale hand while the other adjusted the messenger bag's strap on his shoulder. He only had his binders for each class and a calculator in there today. No textbooks! Who needed them when he had a laptop waiting for him at home with the digital copies of every textbook known to man? Well, at least, known to Americans. Pff.

Blue eyes glanced around the empty hall as he finally made it down to the main floor of the school building. Huh, not even a janitor in sight. This was strange. He shouldn't think too much of it. Now... Where was the exit again? Great, two years and he still couldn't find the school entrance on his own. There are three, Lynn, it shouldn't be that hard.