@sigynthevictorious
Grey stood outside of the large building, set to help the poor and homeless. His dirty ripped clothes falling over his body. Held together with some duct tap. His hands were in his pockets as he bit down on his bottom lip.
He had seen a flier on the noticeboard about classes to help build skills for those that need to get back on their feet. One caught his eye. One to learn sign language, he thought this might be a good start for him. He could barely communicate with people as it was, it could a step in the right direction.
He slowly made his way inside and down the hall to where the classes where held before stopping outside an open door.
He could see into the room, desk set up like a class room but the room was empty. He bit down on his lip once more and took a step back ready to walk away.












