ReminiscenceOfRegret
Do you remember your regret?
Jasper's shades were pushed up the bridge of his nose, obscuring the teen's emerald orbs from view. He was leaning against the wall next to the door to the principal's office. A new student had arrived. A girl, some had said, though he'd long since stopped believing the many rumors filtering throughout the halls. About half of them were nonsense anyways.
He was assigned to lead the new student around. Apparently their schedules were very similar, so he was the likliest candidate for the torturous job of awkwardly escorting the stranger from one class to the next. He liked school, it was a nice place for him to socialize and mee new people, but he hated this task. It felt like an immense responsibility that he failed at everytime. He always had nothing to say but,"There's this class." or,"You'll really like that class." Nothing ever created some longlasting friendship he'd never forget.
He ran a hand through ebony locks, attempting to fix his windblown hair before he had to go around and make a fool of himself.
Just as the door opened, he kicked himself away from the wall. He turned his head to meet the gaze of the student as they walked out, the corners of his lips twisting upward in the same friendly fashion as always.
"Hello." He said, already extending his hand in preparation for a hand shake. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Jasper."
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