Bound Confrontation
( ✡ ) — Another transfer. God how vexating it was. && though this time his parent’s had a s s u r e d him it would be their final one, as his fathers work had no need to send him anywhere else, the raven was unsure as to just how FIRM was that decision was. For all he was aware, they’d be packing up their belongings within a month, && relocating themselves to a d i f f e r e n t neighborhood with different surroundings && people. GOD he’d hoped not, as this supposedly ‘final’ relocation genuinely set him at a quality school, unlike all the others he’d been forced into.
Fingertips sliding the final sleeve of the thickly textured jacket up his arm, he tucked the DEEPLY pigmented juniper tie into the light pewter tinted sweater residing j u s t over his cream toned dress shirt, fixing the cloth as so it rest perfectly over his chest as he grazed just over the schools crest gently, fingertips lingering there momentarily as he G A Z E D into the mirror before him.
❛ HERE WE GO. ❜
he thought to himself before slinging lengthy arms through the ebony backpack’s straps once residing upon his bed, glancing into the mirror one f i n a l time before snatching his lunch bag && departing from the COMFORT of his residence.











