Quiescent screams and chatter slowly began to get louder. As Wyatt switched his eyes slightly to not draw attention, a band of young men who reeked of cologne caught his eye. He huddled down and tried to not be seen by this monstrosity he's always known. A prolonged zephyr wind smoothly rolled by the school, causing a flock of leaves to ubiquitously flow. Wyatt's pages turned as if someone pretended to carelessly speed read and flip through the book.
