Rusty of Shackleford
Ten Thousand Club
It was an average day for Joseph. He woke up, got dressed, ate his breakfast, the whole nine yards. He left his home, his mother saying goodbye as he left. He walked down the street, his hands in his blazer's pockets. He hated wearing a uniform, but he couldn't really help it. It's not like he wanted to get sent to detention anymore than he already did. He was no Boy Scout, and for good reason. He was always getting into fights he never started. But he sure as Hell finished them. He almost laughed at how cliche he seemed. The quiet, brooding tall guy with daddy issues who always got into fights. He felt like a seinin manga series protagonist, but he didn't really care. It was just who he was.
He walked down the halls, not paying attention to what he was doing as he bumped into a girl, turning to face her and ready for a fight. It took him a second to realize it wasn't a provocation, saying, "Oh. Sorry. Did see you there." He wasn't carrying any books, so he just kept moving, almost ignoring the girl.
NightSky
He walked down the halls, not paying attention to what he was doing as he bumped into a girl, turning to face her and ready for a fight. It took him a second to realize it wasn't a provocation, saying, "Oh. Sorry. Did see you there." He wasn't carrying any books, so he just kept moving, almost ignoring the girl.
NightSky