Hayden

One Day: *

• It was a typical, boring school day, where everyone was tired and too lazy to bother moving. It was very early, probably around 6:35 in the morning. Students, some in hoodies and others in uniform, were cleaning the grounds and their respective classrooms. Of course, in the middle of a seemingly exhausting day, gossip and chatter were plentiful. *

"Move it, you idiots!* "The discipline prefect shouted, a stick in his hand as he began to whack the boys who were loitering and flirting with the girls. *"The bell will ring soon, so hurry up!"

"Yes, sir!* "the boys said in unison, marching off to throw the trash in the sack they carried, though they cursed the teacher under their breath once they were far enough away. "Tsk, baldhead. "As the sun slowly rose over the horizon, soft light filtered between the buildings and reflected off the windows. In a classroom, specifically on the third floor where the senior classes were held, a boy sat in his chair , lost in thought. His blond hair fluttered in the breeze coming through the open window, his golden-rod eyes were unfocused, and his delicate features were caressed by the sunlight. This boy—none other than Hayden — was hungry. He was simply hungry, so he didn't bother paying attention when his classmates spoke to him or chatted happily. He was so damn hungry he could feel his stomach growling, but he was too lazy to go down to the store or cafeteria to buy something, which made him frown. "...hmph, this shit sucks," he muttered, his voice soft but laden with annoyance.

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