phil
the only sound visible was the rough sound of his converse hitting the rough concrete below as he trudged forward and sleepily. he was almost sure he had bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep he'd been getting. luckily whenever anyone asked what it was from, he was say he was studying. but the reality of the situation was far different-in fact he'd been secretly listening to bands nobody he had come know knew about, about with totally nerding out to video games. of course, leave it up to a no-good teenager with piercings, tattoos, and a dark blue fringe to be a total nerd-not the person who'd jam out to rock music, beat up people, do drugs and other hardcore things. he had no idea why he was even speculated to do those things, but it gave him a distance from everyone else so that was perfectly fine to him.
his pace quickened as he reached school, noting he was almost late. it wasnt his fault he was extra slow in the morning today, even though it technically was. he sighed, narrowing his eyes to slits and he bumped past everyone in his way, dumping his stuff in his locker but being sure to take out a pencil and eraser. he had art first period, so bringing a pencil was the most plausable thing to do. he hadn't had a sketchbook yet and didnt plan to get one anytime soon due to the fact that the nearest art store was a few miles away and aint nobody got time for that. he sighed as he opened the art room classroom, noting every person who immediately jumped in their seats when he walked in. he sighed, meeting eye contact with a boy in pastel clothes and.. flower crowns? he scoffed, taking a seat to himself and dumping himself in the table, praying nobody in their right minds would sit at his table.