Snippet #1987360

Independence rose silently when the, he believed, French headmaster exited the Auditorium. He sighed, walking down the bleaches with his bag gripped in his gloved hands, that is, until his phone went off and echoed around the Auditorium. Thank god no teachers were in here, funny thing is, his ringtone was quite...odd.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MUMSY IS CALLINGGGGGG!"

His ringtone was a male screaming on top of his lungs about his mumsy, and to be honest, Independence almost shrieked like a female when it went off. Quickly throwing off his bag in reaction, it landed on a spot in the bleachers and he sort of stood there, nearly frozen to death. God, he forgot about his phone! "Bloody hell..." Independence's cheeks went a bright red. It's still morning and his first day has gone completely out of whack. Scurrying off quickly to grab his bag, he scooped it up and stared at the people who were staring at him, and he rose his left arm to cover his eyes. "Sorry," he murmured, running off towards the exit, nearly tripping over his long cloak but catching himself by falling against the wall. Mornings sucked. Really.

Once he got into the hallway, he leaned against the wall, running a hand through his blonde locks of hair as he answered the phone. "Yes, mother?" He sighed, and he pulled the phone away when Payton decided to scream. "HOW ARE YOU DOING DEAR?! IS IT FUN?! HAVE YOU MADE ANY FRIENDS?! TELL ME! DID YOU FIND A MASTER?"

Independence shuddered, and he moaned. "Calm down. I'm fine. It's kind of embarrassing. No, I haven't made any yet I don't think. I'll find a master in time." There was a quiet, awkward silence between the piece of technology, until it was broken with a giggle, coming from Payton. The younger male sort of twitched and breathed in shakily. "You must be hyper." "I can't wait for you to get a master." "Thanks, ma. I appreciate that. Wait, one second."

The male twitched when pulled the phone away when a small group of students walked by, 4 of them. They all must have found their matches, and they were staring at him as if they were some freak. He even heard one of them mutter under their breath about his mother. Independence's hands flexed tensely as he growled.

"It's life. I don't choose my parents, so if you have a problem, ask the spirits, honey." Alright! Way to get stressed out, Independence! Averting his gaze from the group of students, he stared at the wall in silence, thinking to himself. Gazing down at his phone, he brought it up to his ear and muttered. "I've got to go. Bye, I will call you later." Hanging up, he kind of stood there before sliding down to a sitting position, panting from intense frustration and anxiety.

"You've got to be kidding me. It's just the first day and it sucks so far."