A quarter past two.
Class starts in about forty minutes.
No idea where to spend the time I have now. I thought about waiting in the special classroom, but I'm tired of hearing the furniture's opinions. They have a lot to say for things that spend their entire lives being sat on.
My feet are tired, too.
They've been moving me around for quite a while now. Away from my red-haired student, as promised.
I wonder what she's doing.
Probably something that doesn't involve me. Good for her. That's exactly what I wanted.
I wonder if she's okay, though.
No. None of my business.
I already promised to stay away. Thinking about her would be defeating the whole purpose of walking away, wouldn't it?
I should think about something else.
Like my feet.
They hurt.
There. Much better.
I'm in the middle of the city now, feeling like one of the maggots wiggling around each other. If I continue walking, I might fall to the ground and become an actual maggot.
