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@politics-and-portfolios

•｡ ☁ Kurt clicked his tongue in the midst of the daunting silence, reaching for his charging cell phone on the bedside table adjacent to him. He blinked once or two to adjust to the newfound light, typing in rapidly the name of a joint within the vicinity of the campus whose sole intention was to appeal to the insatiable appetite of insomniac teens who want something sweet on their tongues. Scrolling through their various options, he previously believed that he had been the only one whose eyes could not remain closed and guide him into a peaceful sleep -- turning his head, he noticed movement inside of bedsheets on the other side of the room where one of his roommates slept. Momentarily, he had forgotten who exactly claimed ownership to that bunk until a wispy piece of blond hair emerged that undeniably belonged to Gill; after all, he was the only blond in this room.

@jabberjoes

•｡ ☁ Baseball practice was around the corner, and once again, Kurt had conveniently forgotten to wear his gear that was required by all the players involved. The coach, bless his heart, had always given him the benefit of the doubt and let him off easy instead of suspending him since -- in all reality -- he was a valuable participant in the game when he actually set forth his mind to it. Therefore, as always it seemed like at this point, the young boy kicked back in on the bleachers and unwinded his heap of earbud cords to slip into the ear. He listened to his music contentedly, propping his feet up on the level below him as he watched the gigantic mouth of his coach move rapidly -- shouting out commands and spitting out potential strategies, most likely. What was the big deal? It was just a game, after all. Hell, this was merely practice.

@creamandbutter

•｡ ☁ Granted the rules clearly indicated that earbuds were forbidden from wearing in the hallways for one reason or the other, likely to do with respect or in the case scenario of an emergency, Kurt disregarded it completely. Part of him questioned why he even waited in assurance that no wandering eyes happened to stop on him; for the most part, he was a ghost that oftentimes went unnoticed because of his attempts to stay under the radar -- and that, at least, was an accomplishment he can be prideful of. With his music, he felt capable of effortlessly passing through the occasional crowds of students instead of lingering closer to the walls -- after spending some time at this academy, he soon learned that that was not the most efficient method of transporting himself around campus. Today had been another ordinary day of little to no interaction with his peers and teachers alike; however, one thing led to another, and the young boy clumsily collided with another student around the corner.

•｡ ☁ Tossing and turning restlessly in his twin bed, he heaved a sigh of defeat and faced out the window just on the opposite side of him. His sleepy, chocolate brown eyes blinked as they scanned the starry night sky for the moon; though, that much was a challenge given how distracting the twinkling lights are that sprinkled the sky like a cake. With no luck on either end of finding the moon or falling into a deep slumber, he pushed off his sheets and quickly dressed in gym shorts and a light hoodie -- tiptoeing out the door, as quiet as a mouse, into the dead of night. He had snuck out of his dormitory many times since arriving at the academy, for the security and enforcement of curfew in itself were jokes. Of everything he could possibly do, he of all the students was the least of the school’s worries regarding teenaged rebels. He walked towards the same hill within the vicinity of the building that he always turned to when seeking seclusion from the bustling nature of the campus. Besides, here he lied and could have a brilliant view of the vast blackness so close yet so far above him.