The bell had only just rung, and all of the students rushed to get out of the class as quickly as possible. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon, and no one could possibly want to spend it inside of a dusty old high school. There were too many good times to be had between movies, parties, dates, and spending time with oneâs significant other. No there was no possible way any young adolescent could spend it inside. That was, except for one.
Maybe he was just odd, maybe he was a bit of a dork. Maybe it was a bit of both. But Allen was always spending time afterschool. It was a geeky thing to do, but he absolutely loved this school. After spending so much time there it was in many ways a type of second him to him. He hummed softly to himself while walking down one of the halls, textbook tucked underneath his crossed arms on top of his chest. His amber eyes peered over to see a rogue crumbled up ball of paper, and he promptly picked it up and placed it into the trash bin. The same hand moved to get a wisp of his black hair out of his eyes before he continued walking.
Every single Friday he took the time to visit one of his classes and help his teacher with whatever it was they needed. Cleaning, organizing, just someone to talk to at the end of the day⦠whatever it was, he always helped with it. Indeed it was certainly odd, but he was so fond of the school that he couldnât help it. Perhaps it was because it was his senior year, and he would be leaving the school soon and found himself attached to the building in ways. He finally reached his 3rd period teacherâs room, and knocked softly on it to see if she was there.
Maybe he was just odd, maybe he was a bit of a dork. Maybe it was a bit of both. But Allen was always spending time afterschool. It was a geeky thing to do, but he absolutely loved this school. After spending so much time there it was in many ways a type of second him to him. He hummed softly to himself while walking down one of the halls, textbook tucked underneath his crossed arms on top of his chest. His amber eyes peered over to see a rogue crumbled up ball of paper, and he promptly picked it up and placed it into the trash bin. The same hand moved to get a wisp of his black hair out of his eyes before he continued walking.
Every single Friday he took the time to visit one of his classes and help his teacher with whatever it was they needed. Cleaning, organizing, just someone to talk to at the end of the day⦠whatever it was, he always helped with it. Indeed it was certainly odd, but he was so fond of the school that he couldnât help it. Perhaps it was because it was his senior year, and he would be leaving the school soon and found himself attached to the building in ways. He finally reached his 3rd period teacherâs room, and knocked softly on it to see if she was there.