 Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
The standard of uniforms at this school were quite tiresome, and it was very difficult to have a sense of one's fashion. Thank goodness they weren't required all the time. Jeans and a t-shirt; that's all Damian needed to feel like he was finally comfortable in his surroundings.
Still.
He wouldn't be completely comfortable until he could find his way outside and onto the grounds. Preferably by the lake.
His footsteps echoed down the corridor before voices floated through his ears. Sounded like a few students mingling amongst each other.
Great.
Damian would rather opt out of social gatherings. He did much better on his own, thank you very much.
But the only way out onto the grounds was to force ... er... walk his way through this crowd. |