Daily Routine
Dec 14, 2010 2:29:28 GMT -5
Post by Ashley Shaw on Dec 14, 2010 2:29:28 GMT -5
The one thing that never ceased to irritate Ashley in the early mornings was the alarm clock. Still alone in his dorm, and grown accustom to the schedule of getting to his lessons on time. Only problem was, today he had forgotten just about all of his lessons.
Without a care for what school was going to be like, the young, scruffy boy quite literally fell out of bed, brining with him the duvets and the throw. Not exactly worried about that either, Ashley went around the dorm doing the daily routine. He swore he could almost do it with his eyes closed, he knew the place that much, and with no-one to run into at the last second, he treated the place how he goddamn wanted too.
Armed only with a doodle pad, pencil, pen and sharpener, along with his other books, he began to slowly trudge toward the main office. One thing he highlighted even before he had even tried to move from his cozy, rather warm bed was this; he was exceptionally irritated, if not a little depressed. Depressed was not a new feeling to his brain, he’d known it a few years since Hammel had…well… forced his actions down his throat. Who was he to complain , after all? Not one apparently.
The building was quite this morning, a little to quite for Ashley. It was usually busy, but it seemed he might have been a little late. Being late was something he could deal with, he did it a lot. Once every week it seemed to be. It was the routine now, being late once a week. He didn’t think the teacher would mind. He’d done it plenty of times before.
Ashley opened the door to the familiar office, the warmth of the building was much appreciated, it seemed to be colder than usual outside. He made one last attempt at remembering any of his lessons, he stood their for quite a while, but eventually decided he was lost for once. That was bound to annoy someone. The only question was who it would annoy. He might as well not worry about that or anything else for now. The teachers here were nice... enough. He'd just have to play it off.
Without a care for what school was going to be like, the young, scruffy boy quite literally fell out of bed, brining with him the duvets and the throw. Not exactly worried about that either, Ashley went around the dorm doing the daily routine. He swore he could almost do it with his eyes closed, he knew the place that much, and with no-one to run into at the last second, he treated the place how he goddamn wanted too.
Armed only with a doodle pad, pencil, pen and sharpener, along with his other books, he began to slowly trudge toward the main office. One thing he highlighted even before he had even tried to move from his cozy, rather warm bed was this; he was exceptionally irritated, if not a little depressed. Depressed was not a new feeling to his brain, he’d known it a few years since Hammel had…well… forced his actions down his throat. Who was he to complain , after all? Not one apparently.
The building was quite this morning, a little to quite for Ashley. It was usually busy, but it seemed he might have been a little late. Being late was something he could deal with, he did it a lot. Once every week it seemed to be. It was the routine now, being late once a week. He didn’t think the teacher would mind. He’d done it plenty of times before.
Ashley opened the door to the familiar office, the warmth of the building was much appreciated, it seemed to be colder than usual outside. He made one last attempt at remembering any of his lessons, he stood their for quite a while, but eventually decided he was lost for once. That was bound to annoy someone. The only question was who it would annoy. He might as well not worry about that or anything else for now. The teachers here were nice... enough. He'd just have to play it off.