Brian cursed as he hurried toward the high school, barely moving out of the way as a black car pulled up to the curb, the Hydrem engine purring
silently as the owner shifted it into neutral.
Cursing again, he glanced in the direction of the owner and wondered why his little sister had to be such a brat sometimes as he pulled his
shirt...which was covered in strawberry syrup...away from his skin.
Inside, he decided that he would have to borrow something from the lost and found, something everybody normally did when they were either
sent to school with a dirty shirt, like Brian; or forced to wear something that was deemed socially uncool by every single kid, including the
unpopular ones, who attended Jefferson High.
Slipping down the corridor, past other students, holding his jacket closed, but not pressed against his shirt, Brian stopped at the lost and found in
a manner that suggested he might had lost something at some point and nonchalantly began to search through the mittens, gloves, shirts and
other cast-offs that had made it into the box over the years; finally settling on what appeared to be an old football jersey.
Heading to the bathroom and slipping out of his soiled shirt, Brian pulled the jersey over his head and down over his chest. It was obviously made
for someone far more muscular and taller in mind, but beggar can’t be choosers was what came to Brian’s mind. Folding up his dirty shirt and
stuffing it in his book-bag, Brian cursed as he heard the bell ring for first period and rushed out of the bathroom and to his first class.