He was one of this guys who's called lucky, or maybe kissed by Fortune: it looked like it was obvious to him to be one of the excellent students and to have a lot of friends, to find time for everything and still keep smiling, even if everything around him was falling away. Someone hearing this could say it was a lie. Maybe so. Or, maybe, Sverre felt like he just had to be the best, to live up his origin. And in some ways it was fun.
Today was a usual day for him. Truth been told it was all planed, and over and over looking at the check list boy was feeling a little bit upset. So he didn't looked at it at all.
"Nothing bad will happen, if I don't do it", — he says himself after lessons and puts on his backpack.
Nothing bad will happen, if he is a little bit late. Nothing bad will happen, if he chooses another road than usually.
So, Sverre has never liked usual days and maybe Heaven heard him sometimes.
For this day, it could be right to say, that he should be afraid of his wishes and should think about them a little more. Because, going down the street and feeling first drops of the rain, he couldn't predict he will see this scene.
Good or bad, he wasn't that sort of people who will just continue walk by.
— Hey, you!
Well, he even wasn't that sort of people who can deal with some kind of stuff using only words. Especially, that sort of stuff.
And Felix wasn't lucky one. As he turn around to see who is calling him (he guess so), he feel a hit right in his face. He shake a little, step back. Blood drained from his nose, green eyes lifted with confuse at first and then with anger.
Sverre looks at him and clechs his fist. His gaze catches a girl. No, he doesn't want to fight. Fight with a band of bastards who can just bully someone that innocent-looking — well, he can, but it sounds like it's a truly deadly thing.
But he doesn't go away.
— Hah, somebody found a guard? Are you so afraid we will, like, cut your little wings? — Felix can't just calm down. Maybe, if he didn't catch a push in the shoulder from one of his friends, he wouldn't stop. But than he just bare his teeth.
— Don't think, like we ended. It's just rainy! — he said before turn his back.
— Of course, — mutters Sverre. It looks like it wasn't a first time. He looks at the girl and than get down next to her.
— Are you alright? What did they do? — red-haired boy looks at her eyes, before starting to help picking her things.
— Shit... — he swears feeling the rain getting stronger.
[icon]https://forumupload.ru/uploads/0019/c8/05/754/964885.png[/icon][nick]Sverre[/nick][zvn] Student, 15 years [/zvn]
Отредактировано Торнадо (16.07.2022 02:05:57)