Tuesday Morning-Arriving
So this was it...
Dripping wet, Shiro stood outside of the main entrance to the school. On his back was a green backpack, on the ground beside him was a large green oversized duffle stuffed with odds and ends he figured he may have needed. Both were soaked through.
When he'd been told that he'd been accepted to the high school he hadn't seen what the big deal was. Now that he was actually there, he had to admit, it was rather intimidating.
It was very tempting to just turn right around and go back the way he had come. But he could just hear Lika in the back of his head chiding him. He couldn't cut it, after all, what a sorry excuse for a demon.
Shiro narrowed his eyes. His cat ears pinned under the cap on his head. He'd show that know it all bitch if it was the last thing he did.
He reached down and grabbed hold of the strap to the duffle bag. He had just thrown it over his shoulder when a screaming caught his attention. He looked around and finally saw a purple haired flailing boy drop from the sky and land on the roof of the school where he continued to scream bloody murder until a bag whonked him on the head.
Shiro stared at the roof for a moment before dragging his bag after him into the building.
What the hell was this place?
Dripping wet, Shiro stood outside of the main entrance to the school. On his back was a green backpack, on the ground beside him was a large green oversized duffle stuffed with odds and ends he figured he may have needed. Both were soaked through.
When he'd been told that he'd been accepted to the high school he hadn't seen what the big deal was. Now that he was actually there, he had to admit, it was rather intimidating.
It was very tempting to just turn right around and go back the way he had come. But he could just hear Lika in the back of his head chiding him. He couldn't cut it, after all, what a sorry excuse for a demon.
Shiro narrowed his eyes. His cat ears pinned under the cap on his head. He'd show that know it all bitch if it was the last thing he did.
He reached down and grabbed hold of the strap to the duffle bag. He had just thrown it over his shoulder when a screaming caught his attention. He looked around and finally saw a purple haired flailing boy drop from the sky and land on the roof of the school where he continued to scream bloody murder until a bag whonked him on the head.
Shiro stared at the roof for a moment before dragging his bag after him into the building.
What the hell was this place?