Post by sully on May 29, 2010 17:20:36 GMT -4
Sully wasn't too happy. He didn't want to come to this school. He didn't want to leave the town where he grew up, where everything he learned to love over the years was. He found himself feeling homesick about everything -- his house, his neighborhood, his school, even those annoying neighbors that were always at their windows, staring intently into their "friends'" windows, trying to find something that could make interesting gossip. The memories of his mother storming over to their houses, enraged at their spying, coaxed a small, sad smile onto Sully's face, but it was quickly wiped away by the cold realization that he couldn't get away from here.
So after the rush of getting off the boat, being welcomed by the headmaster, being shown his dorm, arriving at his locker, and getting his schedule worked out, Sully was exhausted. The few students he had seen were all older than him, and he had a feeling that he wasn't going to fit in well. He remembered his mother's words of encouragement, saying that he'd be around "kids like him". By that, she obviously meant shifters, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be back at home. But of course, that was a ridiculous impossibility.
After his arrival on the island and getting settled in, Sully had found his way to what the headmaster told him was the student lounge. Sighing, Sully deposited himself on a couch, seeking a little rest. Just as easily, he could've gone to bed in his dorm, but it was so... empty. Normally, he didn't mind solitude, but he had a feeling that, for the first time, he might be lonely. He tried to dismiss that thought. Sooner or later, he'd get a roommate, but for the time being he was all alone in this school. He had come to the lounge with the hopes that someone might approach him, but at this point he really doubted anyone would. Besides, who'd want to hang out with the younger kid? His mother had assured him that shifters were brought to the university all the time, but how long would it take for someone his age to arrive?
He had always managed well enough with just a few friends, but here, he had nowhere to go. He hadn't realized how much exploring the woods back home had helped him. He had always thought that he was just an independent person, but exploration had really helped him get by the fact that, really, he didn't have many friends. And here, there was nowhere to go, nowhere to escape to.
So after the rush of getting off the boat, being welcomed by the headmaster, being shown his dorm, arriving at his locker, and getting his schedule worked out, Sully was exhausted. The few students he had seen were all older than him, and he had a feeling that he wasn't going to fit in well. He remembered his mother's words of encouragement, saying that he'd be around "kids like him". By that, she obviously meant shifters, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be back at home. But of course, that was a ridiculous impossibility.
After his arrival on the island and getting settled in, Sully had found his way to what the headmaster told him was the student lounge. Sighing, Sully deposited himself on a couch, seeking a little rest. Just as easily, he could've gone to bed in his dorm, but it was so... empty. Normally, he didn't mind solitude, but he had a feeling that, for the first time, he might be lonely. He tried to dismiss that thought. Sooner or later, he'd get a roommate, but for the time being he was all alone in this school. He had come to the lounge with the hopes that someone might approach him, but at this point he really doubted anyone would. Besides, who'd want to hang out with the younger kid? His mother had assured him that shifters were brought to the university all the time, but how long would it take for someone his age to arrive?
He had always managed well enough with just a few friends, but here, he had nowhere to go. He hadn't realized how much exploring the woods back home had helped him. He had always thought that he was just an independent person, but exploration had really helped him get by the fact that, really, he didn't have many friends. And here, there was nowhere to go, nowhere to escape to.
