-Monday-
/morning/
Graham Coxon shuffled in place as he anxiously awaited the first period school bell. It was his first day of school in Year 12. The wind was blowing with some feeling of uncertainty (at least that's how he had interpreted it) and the overall mood seemed to be groggy -typical of most kids starting up school again. He adjusted his glasses which were starting to slip down his nose.
Graham had spent his 6 weeks of Summer holiday holed up in his room. He would either paint abstract work while contemplating his feelings as The Cure's Head in the Door played on a loop or fiddled with his guitar. A Summer well spent he would think.
The sky was overcast, yet it calmed Graham's nerves. He momentarily closed his eyes and imagined himself sitting on the tiny, makeshift bridge he and his dad had constructed over a creek one Summer. People started to gather around the front of the school and he sat down on a bench to observe everyone.
People-watching was his favourite pastime. He was fascinated with the way a person carried themselves and would try to guess their stories and where they came from. Others thought that he was bit odd for doing so, but he couldn't be bothered with what people thought of him. Sociability was definitely not one of his many gifts, so he had to be creative with his thoughts, otherwise he would pass out of boredom.
Enter this "Mystery Cherub" (as Graham had temporarily named him); a pale, tall, and skinny kid with dark eyes, prominent cheek bones, and a fringed haircut. He had his blazer draped around his shoulder as his tie rustled with the wind.
Once he crossed Graham's line of vision, Graham instantly took a liking to him.
He looked like no one he had ever seen before; luscious lips encasing a cigarette, long fingers holding it delicately as he took a drag. He seemed to be mis-placed as if he showed up to school instead of a high-fashion photoshoot.
What is someone like that doing in Essex? Graham thought that he looked like a sack of potatoes compared to him.
In one second, he dropped his cig and stubbed it out with his shoe. School staff must've been coming, because he had barely even started smoking it.
He began walking towards Graham's direction -he noticed Graham's utterly obvious staring -smirked lightly, and walked past him. Graham was too enraptured by his angelic aura to realize that the smirk was directed to him. Once he came to his senses, the mysterious being had vanished.
This year will be interesting...
The bell rang, Graham gathered his belongings and proceeded to first period.