[finals were over, and school was let out. it didn't matter to him, as he had taken it upon himself to skip the last few days, anyway. all of his assignments were done and turned in, some in archaic French, but he found himself very bored in school. books were finished in the matter of hours, languages learned in less than a night, and his science projects were ... well, they were just boring all together. no one could save him from them.
unsuspecting of the impending doom of the kissing weed, he strolls toward the forest, kicking rocks on his way.]
no subject
unsuspecting of the impending doom of the kissing weed, he strolls toward the forest, kicking rocks on his way.]
Why yes, you are a terrible stone, aren't you?