#zavrel

a dream in venice

Zavrel stretched up from his seat, back cracking in a few places as he did. Theater had always been one of his favorite hobbies, but sittin for hours always had his energy pent up to his breaking point. Not the best of interests for him. The male walked out into the cold, not realizing how late it actually was. And he had to be at school tomorrow-- and he didn't have a ride. He had carpooled but they had to leave early. Never being one to intrude on personal matters, he'd said yes without a second thought. Cursing himself, he paced around trying to warm himself before trying to call for a taxi, frost biting him through the warm jacket.

The young male let out a breath, writing in his sloppy cursive handwriting on the board. You could barely make out his the strewn words, but you wouldn't need to. Soon enough, he would be reading it outloud for his students to hear. Zavrel spun when he heard the final bell ring, signaling after school activities to commence. A smile over took his face. This is what he loved. Sure, he would rather be out there actingon his own, but the who would be here to inspire kids to do what he wasn't?