IN TR OD UC TO RY POST
He stepped into the classroom with a apprehensive step, unsure of where to go it seemed. The class was already in progress and he felt like a sore thumb among perfect ones. 'Gah, I can't believe I came so late! Why did I have to eat this morning! Along with my alarm clock not even doing the job it's supposed to, and here I am- shiii, are people looking at me? Am I obvious?' He gave a sigh and came to the front of the classroom, waiting for the instructor to give notice. He hoped sincerely there wasn't assigned seating, or else he'd have to talk to some stranger who he know he wouldn't like and knew that he or she would not enjoy the things he did or most likely he would laugh and then spread rumors of PS-F's idiocy.
Idiocy was a fun word, it played on the heartstrings like bone saws and made anyone cringe with the thought, 'is it me?' Ps-F loved the word, he hoped to use it more often than the phrase 'it's hard to explain' or 'it's a long story'.
It really was though.
