Happy still-another-hour-till-new years!
Noah was sitting on the edge of the cliff, both legs hanging over and cane lying beside him. None of the other students seemed too excited about new years, or perhaps they were and just weren't telling him. He wouldn't be surprised.
It wasn't that he was excited about it - he always found it funny, how everyone expected the new year to bring with it a fresh start, made laughable resolutions they kept for an hour or two until any sort of temptation arrived.
It was just that he had expected his fellow students to flock to that sort of thing, watching the ball drop and trying to gnaw off each other's faces with their lips. And they hadn't, hadn't put any flyers up in the Cafeteria, hadn't even mentioned a new year celebration.
He sighed, grabbing a handful of rocks and throwing them off the cliff, one by one. He was starting to hate Starlight Academy. It wasn't for his lack of friends - he didn't need any of the students for friends, air-headed idiots that they were - but for the sheer number of students there, that anyone he started to like in the slightest always seemed to be swallowed up by the school to never be heard from again.
It was getting annoying.
He sighed again, checking his glowing watch in the nearly pitch-black night. He didn't even know why he was staying out till midnight, if the New Year meant so little to him. He supposed he'd be up anyway, studying for the idiotic tests the teachers forced upon them for no good reason. And if he had to choose, it was better to be out, all alone while everyone else was studying or practicing for the midnight kiss, then to be out in the middle of aforementioned activities, slowly dying from boredom or standing around rolling his eyes at the sheer idiocy of the students at the Academy.
He tilted his head to the side, too-long blond hair he'd been meaning to get cut working itself loose from inside his knit hat and swishing down to cover his eyes. He'd started to notice he got cynical when he was all alone, with no one to talk to. And, as that was fairly often, he was starting to wonder if it was having anything to do with the fact that he didn't have any friends.
No. He shook his head to himself, tucking the hair behind an ear only to have it spring back the moment he took his hand away. It was just because the rest of the students were too optimistic, too bouncy and happy.
He took his hat off; sweeping his hair back once again and slamming it back down again, checking his watch yet again.
Why did he bother?
Noah was sitting on the edge of the cliff, both legs hanging over and cane lying beside him. None of the other students seemed too excited about new years, or perhaps they were and just weren't telling him. He wouldn't be surprised.
It wasn't that he was excited about it - he always found it funny, how everyone expected the new year to bring with it a fresh start, made laughable resolutions they kept for an hour or two until any sort of temptation arrived.
It was just that he had expected his fellow students to flock to that sort of thing, watching the ball drop and trying to gnaw off each other's faces with their lips. And they hadn't, hadn't put any flyers up in the Cafeteria, hadn't even mentioned a new year celebration.
He sighed, grabbing a handful of rocks and throwing them off the cliff, one by one. He was starting to hate Starlight Academy. It wasn't for his lack of friends - he didn't need any of the students for friends, air-headed idiots that they were - but for the sheer number of students there, that anyone he started to like in the slightest always seemed to be swallowed up by the school to never be heard from again.
It was getting annoying.
He sighed again, checking his glowing watch in the nearly pitch-black night. He didn't even know why he was staying out till midnight, if the New Year meant so little to him. He supposed he'd be up anyway, studying for the idiotic tests the teachers forced upon them for no good reason. And if he had to choose, it was better to be out, all alone while everyone else was studying or practicing for the midnight kiss, then to be out in the middle of aforementioned activities, slowly dying from boredom or standing around rolling his eyes at the sheer idiocy of the students at the Academy.
He tilted his head to the side, too-long blond hair he'd been meaning to get cut working itself loose from inside his knit hat and swishing down to cover his eyes. He'd started to notice he got cynical when he was all alone, with no one to talk to. And, as that was fairly often, he was starting to wonder if it was having anything to do with the fact that he didn't have any friends.
No. He shook his head to himself, tucking the hair behind an ear only to have it spring back the moment he took his hand away. It was just because the rest of the students were too optimistic, too bouncy and happy.
He took his hat off; sweeping his hair back once again and slamming it back down again, checking his watch yet again.
Why did he bother?