Decreased Volumes

The air moves in blossoming brilliant arcs within the sun rays of a new day, sun rays comes as natures easel, giving brilliant color to what was hidden even under the passing starlight night, it was a awe sight which ridiculed me with ease – another boignous day – huh – eyes focused intently on the window shield of the classroom, eyes boring into the view of the field – no matter the procedure used to shut out the cacophonous reverberant clatter echoing through the room. It was difficult to concentrate on nature, the sunrays fall as a blanket of white upon the greenery. In their glow the nascent leaves of spring lie papery and delicate, drinking in the energy of trees crave. These brilliant days must be better than Christmas for all the flora, an all you can eat buffet until sundown. The air has the gentle of the new season, not warm, not cold, but tepid. On the ground lies the wetness of the recent rain shower, soaking into the dark mud I imagine myself alone until I stop to really listen and look. The trees are alive with beds and squirrels. In the valley below there are fish. I am not alone at all yet the solitude I can achieve in nature feels like a running faucet-draining away my stress. I can choose to walk fast, burning away more tension, or I can dawdle and take in the species around me. All winter long Ive been marching, but today Im taking it slow. Today Im letting the soft virescent hues dwell on retinas that are so accustomed to brown on brown under a sky of greysadly the continuous racket unpleasant to the ear extracts me aside as it delivers me to reality.

Though the classroom walls are bare the windows were large and conspicuous, everyone yearned for a window seat, to sit in the un-subdued light of the morning. Outside the sky is blue except for a few strands of stratus that trail like Aeroplane trails. Whoever painted the walls in here must have had an imagination bypass, but then isnt that education system all over? Fill our minds with facts we can Google instead of teaching us how to think, question facts, experiment and explore. It isnt the nineteen hundreds anymore, they arent preparing us to clock in and clock out at factories.

Back in the classroom, a gang of troublesome teenagers unwillingly wearing the school uniform could be seen performing rebellious act of tying their burgundy jackets around their waists, against the school policies. Taking advantage of not being under direct surveillance by an adult, the rowdy teenagers easily distinguishable by the burgundy wrap around their waist, pulled out their prohibited mobile phones and the sound of camera shutters clicking against each other filled the room, as they ridiculously posed for the picture using unrecognizable facial expressions. Another set of youngsters were blaring ear splitting music whilst drumming powerfully on the unstable desk, producing a deafening cacophony that could be heard through the corridors. Paper planes were being manufactured with great precision at one end of the classroom and flown to the other end, hitting several annoyed children on the way and earning a good amount of foul-mouthed words in return. In the corner of the room, a set of studious youngsters wearing large circular black rimmed glasses, snorted loudly as they laughed wheezing constantly.

Everything deemed me uninteresting, everything except him, the man who seems to put everything in slow submission gracefully touching every hint of the room with his dazzling laughter. He was like the sun. he had people orbiting around him; some were so closed it burned them, some were so far they were the coldest they could be because they wanted to be closer. The lucky ones were in the perfect distance to feel his warmness and live with him peacefully. In other way or another all the people that met him felt attracted to him. He was the brightest person you could ever meet.

He was Walter Rice.

He was a man of any girls dream. Smooth flawless skin, which was like a sheet of a well-done cloth. His sharp jaw and cheekbones. On the other side of his straight nose were two blazing hazel eyes. Spiked, warm brown fringed with smooth green, where his eyes were the green of fresh dew glinting in the sunlight off a leaf of green emerald. His lips were pale and thin. A prominent jaw curved gracefully around and the strength of his neck showed in the strength of his neck showed in the twining cords of muscle that shaped his entire body; strong arms, bold thighs and calves, a firm chest and abdomen. He was Adonis among other men who each pale in comparison. One look and both woman and men swooned at the sight of him no matter their sexual preference and one word passed from his lips had the straightest of men flushes shades of red that no one ever knew was naturally possible. Adonis.

Walter chatters among his companions weren't indistinct, one could clearly hear what was being discussed without needing to have the will to eavesdrop, the circle was loud, boistorious and yappy – they talked mainly about subjects that wasn't foreign to teenagers, high school horny pricked teens – the obvious subject "females" – they deluded themselves with wild fascination of fantasies that were so embarrassing for one to think about, years of school and yet they couldn't learn – my gaze fell over to Walter, a nervous smirk drawn by the side of his lips – and almost immediately as if waiting – his attention catches me off guard, his eyes watching me intently – a stare down competition commence and for what felt like hours which in reality was just ten seconds flew by – with a cheeky grin he anxiously waved at me, eyes almost pleading to get him out of his situation or other words surrounding. With a flap of his hands his entire flock immediately snapped their heads averting their attention to me.

Idiot.

I internally groan, he had intentionally done that – fully aware how much I had a dislike of such attentions, I sighed mentally as I curse him to death in my head - hesitantly reading the facial expressions of the onlookers that catches my interest; loser, loser again, freak, nerd, dummy, amusement, sweet – the picture was clearly drawn, it was indeed stressful.

And almost immediately my gaze travels back to the idiot – another idiot cloaks my field of sight.

Tobias Rose.

Tobias was Midnight. They would describe midnight in grahsen as the killing time. For at midnight the night watchmen would pocket their bribes from the mob and sleep for an hour. Midnight meant a free rein for murder, extortion and pillage. It mean locking your doors against the inky blackness and praying your number wasn't up. For it came for you, your cries would bleed into the night unheard by your protectors. No jack boots would come running to you. At midnight it was every citizen for themselves

Tobias rugged features were alluring, his curls midnight black and his eyes were dark brown, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite, framed by graceful brows. His skin tanned. He had prominent cheekbones and a well-defined chin and nose. His dark brows were actually gracefully, but currently in a frown. His appearance alone was seductive, his tight jaw was an angular shaped that was filled with little stubbles. His pale skin looked so right, his pale skin which made him look devilishly handsome. He had strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, it could be deemed illegal and his eyes – they were deep and catastrophic.

The door of the classroom squeaks open with a loud thud; the attention of every pointed at the dramatic entrance of the teacher.

The teacher walks in looking inspired as a used tea bag and I already feel a daydream starting, a really good one. This teachers gonna have to be really interesting if he wants to compete

Classroom were once places of fear, its hard to believe that now. Once they lined the children up and beat them into compliance. The first generation was always the hardest to subdue and after that their parents did the most of the job for them. Comply or be beaten, comply or dont get food. We humans werent meant to be compliant; we have strong hearts and strong wills. We arent supposed to blindly follow and be told what to think. We are supposed to use our strong hearts to love our curious mind to drive us to learn, to seek new answers, to boldly explore.

"...No questions asked, lets get right into business hopefully you dimwits can pick up a few things for the mid-term exams – I won't clarify any missed questions neither will I put up with any redolent mockery – so it is in your best interest that I don't get irritated which by the looks of it I'm starting to – so don't make me repeat myself when I say, I want absolute silence, settle into your distinctive seats, your notes out on your desk and I want this room deafening as graveyard on a terrifying night with the full moon displayed across the sky – Ill give you a minute to make that happen...."

A soft chuckle escaped as I recap his gallow command, seems I won't go off daydreaming after all – there was absolute nothing special about his class yet when he took a lead every time he walked through the doors. Nobody had the interest to find out what was to happen If his demands weren't met - everyone bustle returning to their seats while some left returning to their class, I watch as Tobias takes the seat behind me – his eyes bore holes into my back with no definite end, I sighed.

Moron.

Less than a minute all Mr. Hayes demands were fulfilled, yawning tirelessly he let out a low sigh as he attention travels from his book to us –book to us – without a word walking down the aisle of the classroom he reluctantly started his lecture – one could only hope it isn't boring.

As the minutes of the lesson passed, the ceaseless buzzing of the room and the unlimited amount of energy the students contained increased, which would be a rare sight if the class was under their teachers supervision. Having no vicious teacher who would glare at the class with red flames dancing in her eyes as she expects an answer to a question even the most intelligent mastermind couldn't provide answer to, was an unbelievable chance worth taking to have a few moments of pleasure after a day filled with Algebra and Chemical Reactions. Our classroom is where we come to learn, to ask questions, to be curious. Sure, there's still philosophy, but other than that we build our own projects and follow computer programs at our own pace. There are so many plants in here its almost like being in a little jungle at times but I love them. The chairs and tables are all egocentric and comfortable.

Shortly after the lecture, the school bell rang

The hallway is broad and straight like the old canal that cuts through the town, only instead of watery greens overhung by new foliage it is all scarred and peeling paint. The floor is shiny though, just like the water in the mornings, brought to a high polish by the caretaker. The hallway were crowded with people, and such a perfect chaos, like a movie. Couples making out on the left side of the hall, twenty feet farther down, the cliquey girls. Opposite them, the cliquey jocks, and between them, parade of band geeks with their huge instrument cases. There were the aerospace tech kids who never did anything but make paper airplanes and the fashion kids that wheeled mannequins and clothing racks down the halls. And then there was me, not that I fit into any of those groups.

Prancing down the halls till I submerged from the building entirely, I began making my path towards the driveway.

The street was glorious in its inception. The sidewalks were smooth grey stones, joined with such precision that the joins were almost invisible. The street wind over the hill like a carelessly discarded belt, grey and cracked with age.

There is more to every story, or so I heard them saying. I always gaze into the infinity of the sky, observing the sky changes its hues at different times of the day, seeking answers to a particular paradoxical question – what about them? I think in a state of haze. The old quack said his day dreams was maladaptive and that it needed to cease if he was to become a functioning member of society. Jeff retorted that society was maladaptive and if it joined him in his daydream humanity just might have a chance. Absently staring at the sky, preserving only a silver of attention on the long, dried blade of grass I twirled between my fingers. It was hard to tell where the mind was. Adventures of perilous journeys and triumphant outcomes to satisfy any young heart; Or perhaps i wasn't thinking at all; lost in the eyes, deeper and deeper I go till I'm lost in the heat.

Startled by the loud blare of the car, I realize them excitedly looking at me – Walter in their means, in seconds he flung himself off the car carrying an abundant number of females. With his cheeky grin he scurries up to me – in front of me with his benovelent eyes.

"Let's go – we're heading to the arcade and maybe after that well tour the mall"

I blinked in devastation, calculating of the various mathematical equations I could fandom to escape the situation present before me – in an unethical way the brain waves streaming down the current was nerve racking - his eyes burning fires into mine, staring almost accusinglyI look away – my inferial gaze stuck on the dark shade of the truck relentless of my effort to shift

"Maybe next time – I'm quite busy"

"With what exactly"

"I promised to cover Maggie shift – I need to get going"

"Perfect – we'll drop you off then"

"That wouldn't be necessarily, I have the bicycle with me"

"It doesn't matter how un-necessarily it is – I'll give you a ride"

"Don't want to, its not even your car – unlike you I feel really uncomfortable in the presence of your friends, you know that Walter; go play with your friends but I have no intention of joining your little parade"

" Ro. It doesn't feel good when you put it like that"

"Don't do that - you know what I mean"

"You're going to turn me down again, its getting mean at this point, don't you think"

"Quit being a baby and go already – I have no intention of being late at work – I'm heading there "

"With Tobias and not me" Walter accused, his eyes directed behind me

"What are you -

With a slight strain on the neck as it cocks behind me I am met with the sparkling brown tepid eyes of Tobias. His stare is blank yet full of powerful emotions - his gaze almost judgmental yet passionate one could swim into the deeper layers of his abyss - as his eyes wanders from mine directly to Walters.

"How long were you...that doesn't matter – I'm going alone"

"I'm coming with you" Tobias silvery voice pierce through the conversation

"Well thanks, No thanks, I'm going alone – both of you quit it...and Tobias you know I know how weary Maggie is toward your presence – I don't have to state that twice"

"It doesn't matter!" Tobias subjected

"Go with Walter To. Im serious – look after him and stop him from doing anything stupid dumb and dangerous...i don't trust him to leave him enough on his own"

"You're being too paranoid...i don't cause trouble" Walter voice is fruity full of jittery

"I'm not babysitting Walter again ...it might as well become a side job"

"I'm begging you to...look out for him, Please Tobias... It's over bearing playing tag with the both of you, i have shit to do too - Walter behave – Tobias watch him please"

Tobias gaze sternly falls on Walter, with an eye roll he gazes back at me, his lips pursed in a thin line.

"I don't need a babysitter – I want you to come with us Ro."

"I'm leaving – don't follow me Tobias, you too Walter"

With an exhausted breath Walter sighs – a sadness flicker on his facial expression spreading one that disappointment so gullible yet on the same terrain as one. The paragraph of each chapter shuffles in an idle way, swiftly spreading their wings with such an eager it could be called righteousness itself.

My feet scurries toward the bicycle ranks gliding past their respective bodys, the body doesn't stop till reaching the definite destination, sparing a side glance at them – Walter with tired expression on his magnificent features – his hand combing through the gentleness of his soft and silky hair – he is flawless like a summer solstice with nothing but the pure brightness almost brighter than the shades of the sun - his hard stare flounces on Tobias whose attention still yet drawn to me, his menacing gaze dawdles with a face that lacks the perfect ember of emotion, one could describe it as almost the cries of chaos drawn from the seraph of the end – the lullaby of his heart could almost be heard sending nothing but shivers of fear, anger and shame...where nights blackbird in his sad infamy sings – his name is unknown but the demons lullaby resounds in ones head in a complete definite loop.

Glancing back to the bicycle lining against with others - with shackles of chains knotted against the same steel, I could hear the chaotic laughter trailing behind me, unidentified voices roaring poignantly in different directions. it turned the ageless trees into a menace, looming around me - making effort to unchain the bike I am reminded of myself, chains can be broken, in fact they are already broken but who can deliver a coward from his self limiting thoughts."

How pathetic....