more than six feet was crouched down under the square windowed view of the guidance advisor’s office to ensure he wasn’t seen. with a screwdriver in one hand messing around with a few locks and knobs, ryder had a plan to continue his random reckless behavior - his way of somehow letting out the disappointment and anger felt, expressing his careless ‘so fucking what’ attitude. that office carried a scene of a series of lectures to the boy, the most recent being how unfortunate it was for his potential and work to be lost, unable to apply to university and unable to leave this wretched city due to events he refused to explain. “yo— let me know if someone’s coming,” he murmured to the knees that were at his eye level after hearing footsteps nearby. ryder continued his plan of locking the advisor inside her small office, probably ending the prank with a stink bomb rolled underneath the door crack.
