Snippet #2431821

Dean sat in his Business Studies classroom, his teacher was on another rant about something he didn't want to know, something about Business Survival and how a business would cope with it. Dean sat bobbing his head back and forth slightly as he sung a song that was stuck in his head, today it was 'Things we lost in the fire'. He was then brought back to the real world as the school bell rung, loud and clear across the entire school. Dean grabbed his blazer from the back of his chair and made his way out of the classroom, his messenger bag hung lazily from his shoulder and his blazer slung over his shoulder instead of going over his torso, and completing his uniform. Dean made his way down to the study, he was in free periods for the rest of the day and was going to ask one of the people from his business studies class if he could copy their notes from today, well the notes he got distracted from anyway.

Dean sat in the study with one of his classmates, his pen busy as he copied down the notes that he had missed and his headphones played the Bastille album that he had on his phone, his head bobbing with the music just like it had in his business studies class. He spent the rest of the day in the study, trying to understand what he had copied of the girl from his class. By the end of the day, he was fine with what he learned on his own and felt confident that if the teacher asked him a question on it he'd be able to answer it.

Dean heard the final bell and made his way to the car park, he walked up to his car and took out his car keys, he threw his bag and blazer into the boot of the car before climbing into the car. Once in the driver seat, he put his headphones in and waited for his friends to get to his car so they could all get home without getting the crowded buses home.