It was a pleasant autumn afternoon.
The sun shined over the horizon in just the right position, creating magnificent shadows and light rays between the trees and bushes outside the dorm hallway’s window. The hallway was filled with a bunch of students who just finished their lunch break and were on their way to class, or on their way to try and avoid class.
A visibly tired Lucas Hiyo exited dorm 5 in what felt like forever, with only himself to blame on his hermit-like activity. He could hardly make out what the other students in the hall were saying, but that hasn’t bothered him in quite some time. He started walking outside, with full confidence that he had his wallet, notepad, and spare chocolate bar with him despite not having made sure that any of them were indeed on his person. He just felt that they were.
He walked outside to the school garden, gently pushing the large metal door that kept the rain out and the paper airplanes in. He looked around, and saw a few faces he could recognize - He saw a messy-haired, paint-coated Splats, who now interested him significantly less than she previously did, Brown, who’s first name was still a mystery to him, mostly out of a lack of investigation or even questioning, and Knowledge, the student he didn’t see around too much but always seemed to put a smile on the other’s faces.
He looked around, and could see many more students around him, all wearing the same school uniform, all walking and talking just a perfect length away from him or the other popular and unpopular kids. He thought he could make out an old friend in the crowd, but in all honesty, they all looked like him. If not for his blonde hair, they’d’ve all looked like him, too. Well, the blonde hair, the hoodie, and the giant piece of candy he had stuck in his hair.
He dislodged the corn-candy from his hair (how did it even get there?) and laid down on the vast, luscious grass.
He looked up at the giant, blue sky. He looked beyond the sky, and saw black and white. He saw shapes and forms that said what he was doing, and what he will be doing. He looked back, and tried to concentrate on the clouds passing by.
He ran his hands through his hair, trying to unstick the candy-residue from his hair strands, and then ran his hands through the grass nearby. He felt the mild moisture from the recently deployed sprinklers. He could feel the grass’s microscopic blades brushing against his skin. He could feel a small fire ant crawling up his- shit, shit, shit, get up, get up, get…
He could see the fire ant go about with its day after hopping off of his hoodie.
He breathed in, and realized the stupidity of what just happened. He laughed, laid back down on the grass, and thought, ‘Yeah, I could live like this.’