Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2012 17:45:54 GMT -5
Despite the contrary belief, Francis was not perfect.
He was as human as much as the next person. He had likes, dislikes, friends, enemies, strengths, weaknesses and flaws. And he would often hit a certain point where he grew tired of class and simply had to get away. After all, although he considered himself a more then competent student who typically obeyed the rules, he was a senior in high school. And like the majority of seniors in high school, Francis tended to skip class every now and then.
Often enough, Francis would ditch a boring class in favor of taking a walk outside (and inside too; he would ponder his thoughts quite often). Occasionally, he would visit the beach, the training maze and perhaps even the combat dojo on rare days. Other times, he would roam the Academy’s campus. For today, he chose to linger about the school’s grounds.
He strode through the hallways, restraining himself from humming. When he was alone, he typically liked to, but he had to be cautious while out in public. Anything could go wrong, and when anything could go wrong, it often did.
The senior glanced around; he didn’t see anyone (save for a few freshmen dilly-dallying in the distance). People wouldn’t be able to hear him.
Francis sighed and slipped into the nearest restroom. He needed a moment to relieve himself, and there were seldom anyone in the bathrooms at this time. He started to hum quietly (as no one was around), and he washed his hands with a blob of soap from the dispenser. He was thankful that Asher Academy had restrooms that didn’t have too terrible of a smell.
After drying his hands with a paper towel and tossing it in the trash, he took a moment to examine his appearance in the mirror. He brushed a few straying hairs down, making sure everything was just right.
At least it was peaceful.
He was as human as much as the next person. He had likes, dislikes, friends, enemies, strengths, weaknesses and flaws. And he would often hit a certain point where he grew tired of class and simply had to get away. After all, although he considered himself a more then competent student who typically obeyed the rules, he was a senior in high school. And like the majority of seniors in high school, Francis tended to skip class every now and then.
Often enough, Francis would ditch a boring class in favor of taking a walk outside (and inside too; he would ponder his thoughts quite often). Occasionally, he would visit the beach, the training maze and perhaps even the combat dojo on rare days. Other times, he would roam the Academy’s campus. For today, he chose to linger about the school’s grounds.
He strode through the hallways, restraining himself from humming. When he was alone, he typically liked to, but he had to be cautious while out in public. Anything could go wrong, and when anything could go wrong, it often did.
The senior glanced around; he didn’t see anyone (save for a few freshmen dilly-dallying in the distance). People wouldn’t be able to hear him.
Francis sighed and slipped into the nearest restroom. He needed a moment to relieve himself, and there were seldom anyone in the bathrooms at this time. He started to hum quietly (as no one was around), and he washed his hands with a blob of soap from the dispenser. He was thankful that Asher Academy had restrooms that didn’t have too terrible of a smell.
After drying his hands with a paper towel and tossing it in the trash, he took a moment to examine his appearance in the mirror. He brushed a few straying hairs down, making sure everything was just right.
At least it was peaceful.