Riley Nicholson: He panted, gasping for breaths as he ran down the hallway, his books and other files held tight close to his chest. "Excuse me, excuse me, coming through!" he would repeatedly say every time someone was in the way and they would just immediately move away with eyes wide and sometimes agape, surprised at his speed. When he turned to a corner, he bumped into someone, making him bounce back and fall on his behind as his papers dropped to the ground. "Ow," he groaned in pain when he rubbed his back. As the shadow crawled from his feet to his head, his eyes bulged in shock to see that it was Mr. Peters, the P.E. teacher who always wore a cap that hid his thick intimidating eyebrows under its bill, a shirt that was fit to his muscular body which pretty much emphasized his big chest, shorts usually worn by, of course, someone who loved doing sports and white high socks which he paired with his sneakers. Prrrrrt! He blew his whistle and Riley jumped up startled. When he bolted up, his fresh look was all of a sudden haggard--his blonde hair ruffled, thin-framed glasses slanted, maroon neck tie loose and even the collar of his polo flipped up. "Wake up, lad! No time to be bumpin' on anybody!" Mr. Peters declared in a military-like manner. "Yes, sir!" Riley saluted and quickly bent down to pick his things up then looked at his watch. With a gasp, he fixed his glasses and turned to Mr. Peters. "Gotta go, Mr. Peters!" He just ran, going ahead without waiting for any reply. "Hey--!" Mr. Peters attempted to say more but found it useless to do so.
Almost there! Riley could already see the sign that said 'C-110' embedded on a bronze-like metal board just above a certain. His adrenaline acted up and so he got faster until he finally arrived. Due to his rush, he almost slipped as he got to his table. "Wha--!" Thankfully, he managed to maintain his balance. Not a second later, he heard laughter burst in the air.
"Late, Sir Riley!" someone shouted from the student tables.
With a confident smile, Riley slightly turned the frame of his glasses and light reflected on it, hiding his gray eyes for a moment then he pointed his index finger upward.
Ding! Dong!
He smirked and folded his arms, slowly looking up to the student who commented on his attendance. "Not quite."
The brown haired boy with an untidy uniform--the buttons of his coat open and his tie just wrapped around his neck like a scarf, slammed his hands on his table and glared back at Riley with fiery eyes that could almost penetrate any soul. "You're just lucky toda-- ACK!"
"Shut up, Brendan," another student with a calm face said as he brought his hand back to his waist after he slapped the back of Brendan's head. "Oy, what was that for!?" Brendan aggressively asked facing the other guy with his fists balled, ready for some action. The other guy scoffed and faced Brendan with the same level of confidence pushing his forehead against Brendan's so their eyes sneered intensely at each other and together they created a vicious aura. While the other students saw this, they just started cheering for who they think would win if ever a fight would break out.
Beads of sweat covered Riley's forehead as he felt nervous about those two. He nervously chuckled and said, "Now, now, kids. We still have a lesson to discuss..." He had an awkward smile on his face while he fixed his collar and his tie, thinking of something to do to stop them.
The two felt their hair getting pulled back and with a bang!, their foreheads were brought back together, leaving them swollen with big bulges. "You guys better behave when there's a teacher..." another unimpressed guy said, shaking his head in disappointment because of the two. "Eh, sir Riley, please proceed."
Riley's expression brightened and sparkles even filled the place. "T-thank you so much, Xavier!"
After an hour of class, Riley headed to his favorite spot to take a break... on the rooftop. The winds were fresh and they felt cool as they blew on his face. The sky was everywhere and he just loved the sight of it. He sat down and brought out his chicken sandwich. He began eating while he reviewed his notes quietly. Only the birds had sounds as they chirped.
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