He ran as hard as he could, his face half obstructed by a map and his backpack smacking against his back hard enough to be painful. He was late, at least by five or maybe even ten minutes, all because this school was so <i>confusing!</i>
Tail twitching and turning in what was clearly agitation, he made another hard left turn down a corridor. This was right, this was definitely the right direction to go, at least, that's what the map said...
Not that the map had helped him before. If it had then he would be in class right now.
Another left.
Now, if his map could be trusted the classroom was right--
--WHAM!!
The sound of him colliding headlong into a brick wall was embarrassingly loud. The map, now torn in two, fluttered onto the ground as his back erupted in a cloud of papers, pens, paperback books, and several bananas now in various stats of smashed and not smashed. For a moment, he lay perfectly still on his back, contemplating why he was here. Why did he ever decide to come to this strange school, filled with strange people and strange things? Why couldn't he have stayed in Turpan with HouLin and his mom?
His frustration, which had been slowly building in of his lower stomach started to bubble and boil until he couldn't keep himself from flailing on the ground in a mixture of childish petulance and a clear temper tantrum.
<font color = ffcb05><b>"Where is class?!"</b></font>He shouted, not bothering to attempt to pick up any part of the mess of ripped paper and smashed bananas that surrounded him. <font color = ffcb05><b>"What is WITH this school?!"</b></font>
Tail twitching and turning in what was clearly agitation, he made another hard left turn down a corridor. This was right, this was definitely the right direction to go, at least, that's what the map said...
Not that the map had helped him before. If it had then he would be in class right now.
Another left.
Now, if his map could be trusted the classroom was right--
--WHAM!!
The sound of him colliding headlong into a brick wall was embarrassingly loud. The map, now torn in two, fluttered onto the ground as his back erupted in a cloud of papers, pens, paperback books, and several bananas now in various stats of smashed and not smashed. For a moment, he lay perfectly still on his back, contemplating why he was here. Why did he ever decide to come to this strange school, filled with strange people and strange things? Why couldn't he have stayed in Turpan with HouLin and his mom?
His frustration, which had been slowly building in of his lower stomach started to bubble and boil until he couldn't keep himself from flailing on the ground in a mixture of childish petulance and a clear temper tantrum.
<font color = ffcb05><b>"Where is class?!"</b></font>He shouted, not bothering to attempt to pick up any part of the mess of ripped paper and smashed bananas that surrounded him. <font color = ffcb05><b>"What is WITH this school?!"</b></font>