Post by Mikari Okara on Jul 10, 2015 7:24:10 GMT
Great. First day of school and he's already hurt himself. Mikari was doing a fantastic job of not letting people think he was just some dumb, incompetent human. Really. Now, lets start at the beginning.
Mikari was on his way through the school, trying to navigate through the winding hallways, and trying to ignore all the looks he continued to get throughout the school. He knew the rumors, but so far they hadn't been proven to be true; not yet. He hadn't met a vampire or anything yet, so it wasn't a big issue...yet. He was still terribly curious. Mikari sighed, running into the gym. Perfect. He was officially late. Some of the students laughed at his misfortune and he was rushed off to the locker rooms by the gym teacher. He ran to them, skidding a few times due to his shoes on the polished wood.
Quickly changing into tight clinging shorts, and a tight fitting gray shirt to match, he made his way back to the class, sitting on the bleachers. First was the mile, then after dodge ball. Mikari HATED both of those things with a burning passion. Really. If he could get out of it, he would. But the worst part was the inability to get out of it this time. He sighed. The mile wore him out, his heart pounding, his face flushed.
Someone basically had to carry the boy back from the track on their back.
"You're really light..." was a comment made by someone.
"Yeah....its part the reason people think I'm a girl."
"You're not a girl!?" was screamed by a good portion of the class.
--
Mikari was sat down on the bleachers, thanking the person who carried him. As the teacher devided the class into groups, he moved on shaking legs to the team he was assigned to.
When the game started Mikari was a prime target. As he dodged the ball, he tripped over his own two feet, falling face first to the ground and skidding his knees. Blood dribbled down his legs, causing a few people to give a feral look.
"Oh crap..." he thought to himself, staring at a few people who had a look of pure hunger on their faces.
Mikari was on his way through the school, trying to navigate through the winding hallways, and trying to ignore all the looks he continued to get throughout the school. He knew the rumors, but so far they hadn't been proven to be true; not yet. He hadn't met a vampire or anything yet, so it wasn't a big issue...yet. He was still terribly curious. Mikari sighed, running into the gym. Perfect. He was officially late. Some of the students laughed at his misfortune and he was rushed off to the locker rooms by the gym teacher. He ran to them, skidding a few times due to his shoes on the polished wood.
Quickly changing into tight clinging shorts, and a tight fitting gray shirt to match, he made his way back to the class, sitting on the bleachers. First was the mile, then after dodge ball. Mikari HATED both of those things with a burning passion. Really. If he could get out of it, he would. But the worst part was the inability to get out of it this time. He sighed. The mile wore him out, his heart pounding, his face flushed.
Someone basically had to carry the boy back from the track on their back.
"You're really light..." was a comment made by someone.
"Yeah....its part the reason people think I'm a girl."
"You're not a girl!?" was screamed by a good portion of the class.
--
Mikari was sat down on the bleachers, thanking the person who carried him. As the teacher devided the class into groups, he moved on shaking legs to the team he was assigned to.
When the game started Mikari was a prime target. As he dodged the ball, he tripped over his own two feet, falling face first to the ground and skidding his knees. Blood dribbled down his legs, causing a few people to give a feral look.
"Oh crap..." he thought to himself, staring at a few people who had a look of pure hunger on their faces.
