Oren was currently fretting and working himself into a panic. Someone's first day of school is hard enough, but the poor faerie boy had also gone and lost his timetable before he'd even arrived in the school building. He had no idea which class he had first, and he was frantically looking around trying to see if there was anybody his age. He just needed to tag along after somebody for a while, until he could acquire another timetable. Oh dear I hope I'm not late...I don't wanna get detention. He'd learnt about detention last night while watching some crappy tv show. He was still amazed by his television set, it's like a box but it shows pictures. He shook his head, still finding it hard to believe.
While the teen was mulling over how televisions could possibly work, he didn't realise he was still walking and that was how he ended up smacking right into the middle of someone's chest. He jumped back instinctively, "sorry! " He squeaked, hoping they wouldn't be an ass about it.
While the teen was mulling over how televisions could possibly work, he didn't realise he was still walking and that was how he ended up smacking right into the middle of someone's chest. He jumped back instinctively, "sorry! " He squeaked, hoping they wouldn't be an ass about it.