Snippet #1364495

Gordo can not help but to glance over at Veronique and Antonio but stops paying attention when Mr. James makes reference to a quiz. That's his sign.

"Well," Gordo exclaims as he stands up out of his seat. "What I know about Health is that I'm not sticking around. You all have a... lovely morning." His voice is tired and he yawns loudly as he walks towards the door. He's not prepared for this. Not mentally or emotionally. He can feel a migraine coming on and he has no sunglasses and has not mentally prepared himself to make sure his "mood shifts" do not get him in to any serious trouble.

Every beat of his heart is like thunder in his ears and the morning light is not kind to him. He has always been a late afternoon-evening kind of guy, preferring to sleep-in during the morning. Running through the streets and crossing the roofs of the cities of America at night had always given Gordo such a rush. This place, though. This whole island. He can not help but to feel slightly claustrophobic by it all.
The name Summers echoes in his head; the name that the mysterious man who had confirmed the rumors of this school's existence had given him. Was there something special about this Summers or perhaps they were just the founding family of this school? Gordo has a feeling that he might be thinking too much in to it but so far it is the only place he has found, even heard of, that offers help to people like him.
Unfortunately, as far as he is concerned, Health class with Mr. James is not the help that he needs.

Gordo casually walks out of the classroom and even makes sure to shut the door quietly. His walk down the hall is somber, his feet dragging both from the weariness of the morning and of life in general. Perhaps he will return to his room. He does not like the idea of leaving all of his stuff there unattended.