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Planetoid
- Joined
- Oct 20, 2013
- Location
- Where in the world do I live?
Jason walked down the sidewalk towards his school, his head hanging down and bobbing lightly to the music playing in his headphones. His medium length black hair hung down curtaining most of his face and blocking people from seeing his deep green eyes. Taking long strides he turned into the school parking lot and made his way through the cars keeping his eyes on his boots as he walked.
Getting up to the school he pulled his hood down and took off his headphones the new found silence leaving a ringing in his ears. Sighing he took his bag off his shoulder and stuffed the headphones into it. Looking up at the front entrance of the school he felt a wave of dread. "Another day of hell." He mumbled to himself, his voice was low and had a touch of Irish accent in it.
Walking inside he looked at the sea of bodies that filled the cafateria and shook his head in discust. He stood out from everyone, he wore a pair of steele toe combat boots, loose ripped up jeans with several chains hanging from the belt loops. His hoodie was several sizes to big and covered in patches. Growling under his breath he work his way through the mob of bodies, shoving his way through and ignoring the comments of the people around him as he plowed by them.
Getting up to the school he pulled his hood down and took off his headphones the new found silence leaving a ringing in his ears. Sighing he took his bag off his shoulder and stuffed the headphones into it. Looking up at the front entrance of the school he felt a wave of dread. "Another day of hell." He mumbled to himself, his voice was low and had a touch of Irish accent in it.
Walking inside he looked at the sea of bodies that filled the cafateria and shook his head in discust. He stood out from everyone, he wore a pair of steele toe combat boots, loose ripped up jeans with several chains hanging from the belt loops. His hoodie was several sizes to big and covered in patches. Growling under his breath he work his way through the mob of bodies, shoving his way through and ignoring the comments of the people around him as he plowed by them.