Yuri Sybil walked through the halls quietly, holding a brown paper bag. Everyone had already ran to the lunchroom or off campus; he had carefully navigated the flow of students to reach this hallway, near-abandoned at this time of day.
Slipping into class A105, he sat down in a corner of the room and placed his bag on the desk. Pulling out a book and an apple, he began to eat while he read.
Why more people didn't do this escaped him; it was so nice to eat lunch in peace. But then again, if more people did it, he couldn't be alone anymore.
Slipping into class A105, he sat down in a corner of the room and placed his bag on the desk. Pulling out a book and an apple, he began to eat while he read.
Why more people didn't do this escaped him; it was so nice to eat lunch in peace. But then again, if more people did it, he couldn't be alone anymore.