{ another chance, }
-- Another day, another challenge to return home without too much negativity glued to the freckled youth’s existence. Attending school in the circumstances that Ja’far does should be more than enough for anyone else to quit – and yet no halt is put on the studies; both to escape the hell of a house that provides shelter from insects and bad weather (but not from /other/ storms), and also to acquire knowledge. Those able to attend a place where learning is a priority are indeed blessed and even young people like this pale teenager can understand that simple thing.
Even so, it doesn’t stop others from making high school life difficult, taxing, and perhaps even miserable to an extent.
Dark hued orbs glance about, wary of any hindering entity that could step forth and block the path feet have guided figure in; it’s truly ridiculously early in the morning however, evident in the lack of students about the inner hallways (also noticeable outside though), and a content sensation washes over embodiment. Why nervous? No one is here – no one is to hurt him.
Of course, it’s only 6:30am.
Once deep enough into school territory, a pallid hand moves to rise and slowly wave at a familiar man in a greeting: a school janitor, one that Ja’far has seen many times whenever arriving this early is possible. Lips part and a relieved sigh wanders out, finally standing in front of the locker assigned to him at the beginning of this specific school year. Digits curl around metallic object, three twists of wrist in the direction of numbers unlock the locker to grant access to the insides of the somewhat spacious confines – heavy biology books are placed inside in exchange of two history novels – one for class, one for personal purposes.
Silence, the favored state of his surroundings.
