Gaspard walked ideally through the halls, no real aim or anything. Just walking. Though, this wasn’t unusual for the boy. Perhaps nothing was unusual for him. He didn’t seem to have the same qualms of keeping up a reputation as other seemed to. It was then that he spotted a small bob of hair up ahead. He knew her, in a way, Marlene Mckinnon. He thought he’d seen him talking with his sister now and then. “Miss Mckinnon,” he called, moving in next to her.
@missmmckinnon











