Days that come after Thursday
Apr 3, 2011 19:35:12 GMT -5
Post by Zaeric Blackwood on Apr 3, 2011 19:35:12 GMT -5
The sun was deep red, casting glowing rays across the campus. It was Friday, the day after Thursday, and some of the older students were taking the chance to go into town. Zaeric was having a lazy day, the beautiful seventy degree weather feeling more like eighty five to him. It was the warmest day of the spring so far, and he had been gulping down water like he was going to die. Well, he might die from heat exhaustion. Zaer had slacked majorly today and the pile of homework waiting for him went to show for it. He usually pyed at least a little attention in class, but today had been a particularly bad day. Really, he hadn't done anything but grumble all day. His friends had complained that he needed to go take an ice bath or live in a glacier. Which really didn't sound like a bad idea at the moment.
But now it was cooling down slightly and Zaeric wanted nothing more than to be outside. Once it was cool enough he could stand to be out and not die from being overly warm. He had a pen and notebooks in a small satchel, and his guitar slung over his back. His absolute most prized possession. He wasn't really feelin the whole lets stay inside thing anyway. In fact, it seemed to be just the right temperature for him. He was quietly making his way through the school, trying to get to the courtyard. His feet took him through the halls, his mind tapping out a steady rhythm. He had a paramore song stuck in his head, a slow acoustic song. Hopefully if it would be quiet.
Once in the courtyard he sat down on the grass in an area catching the dying rays. It was going to be past bedtime soon, but he wanted to be outside. Well, it was Friday. Could he get away with staying later in the courtyard? He wasn't in town or anything. He shook his head and thumbed his fingers across the guitar strings to make them humm pleasantly. It only took a few minutes to warm up, and he started to play whatever songs came to mind.
But now it was cooling down slightly and Zaeric wanted nothing more than to be outside. Once it was cool enough he could stand to be out and not die from being overly warm. He had a pen and notebooks in a small satchel, and his guitar slung over his back. His absolute most prized possession. He wasn't really feelin the whole lets stay inside thing anyway. In fact, it seemed to be just the right temperature for him. He was quietly making his way through the school, trying to get to the courtyard. His feet took him through the halls, his mind tapping out a steady rhythm. He had a paramore song stuck in his head, a slow acoustic song. Hopefully if it would be quiet.
Once in the courtyard he sat down on the grass in an area catching the dying rays. It was going to be past bedtime soon, but he wanted to be outside. Well, it was Friday. Could he get away with staying later in the courtyard? He wasn't in town or anything. He shook his head and thumbed his fingers across the guitar strings to make them humm pleasantly. It only took a few minutes to warm up, and he started to play whatever songs came to mind.