The school that was once the most boisterous had never been so quiet. Footsteps echoed along the marble floors as someone ran across the hallways. His breath was short and quick, as if the only consequences of crossing the school's length within seconds. He was like a flash of gray, blurred in the cameras that served as the school's security system.
He finally reached the cafeteria. The double doors were left open, yet no one walked in and out. The student huffed as if catching his breath was synonymous with preparing his heart for the incoming gazes.
Claude Lavallee never cared too much. However, the weight of the teacher's glares bored a hole in him that he couldn't regenerate fast enough.
