Parking spaces were nearly impossible to get unless you arrived early in the morning. The car line would stretch across from curb to curb all day long. There were however other areas to park. There were a few behind the school, which you had to arrive before the teachers to get. There were also ten or twelve by the garden, but the working trucks almost always took up a good portion of those.
The school was made up of six good-sized buildings. The two hundred building was the largest of all of them. This is where the cafeteria was located, and where a good portion of the lawn was stretched out. Many students used this hill as an alternative to the old red benches in, and around the structure. The one hundred building was composed of both gymnasiums, and three large working rooms. This is where all the conspicuous noise would come from if you were outside during the school hours and sometimes on the weekends. The remaining buildings were all composed of fifteen to twenty classrooms each, depending on whether the storage areas were included. The four hundred building was most active throughout the day. This was sort of the central hub of the school, because when the weather wasn't tolerable (and it usually wasn't) the students would use this building as their midpoint when walking to and from their classes. However, even when the weather was bad some students would just ignore it and walk across the wet lawn, despite the fact that almost always a good portion would slip and fall, and arrive to class almost completely drenched.
The young man walked into the room, his clothes were partially wet, but not from falling down in the mud. He took his seat, rested his head on hand, and started to drift off as he stared out the window. Staring out the window was what he did almost the whole school day. All he would ever see is rain, because when it wasn't raining, the teachers would put the curtains down, complaining that the sun was distracting their students. Today was of course just like any other day for him. He was tired, and bored, and in a constant state of hoping he wasn't going to be called on for anything. One thing he couldn't stand about class was how the minutes dragged on. He really didn't like school, but he wasn't bad in it. In a way, it was a good thing that when he was in school he tried to forget about what he was looking forward to doing the rest of the day. He still had problems with glancing at the clock though, and that was just one more thing he would dwell on and eventually get frustrated over. So he sat there, trying to forget about time. The minutes added up as he pretended to take notes for a while, and read, and take more notes. After a good while of repeating this tedious process, he picked his head up off his book and once more looked over at the clock. There must not have been too much time left in class, because he pushed himself back up into his seat, and began to place his belongings back into his bag. Not too long later, the final bell rang, and the room was again filled with movement and discord. The boy was one of the last few out; he headed up the hallway toward the parking lot.
He was one of the fortunate students today. He had found a gap between a small tree and the wooden fence surrounding the front yard of one of the houses in back of the school. He threw his bag to the passenger seat, and stepped in himself. It must have been very cold out earlier, because the engine took a bit longer to start up than usual. The car was put into reverse, and sent back slowly to get out of the gap. He looked over at his bag just in time to watch it roll off the seat and hit the rubber floor of his car with a surprisingly loud thud. As he continued to back the car up he wondered why he had so many books in his bag, and thought about all the classes he had that required he bring a book. He shifted to drive, and headed to the line of cars waiting to be sent out of the lot by the clearance officer.
"Where's your parking?" The officer asked him.
"I'm not registered, I didn't get the chance to--"
"Its fine, nevermind. Go."
The officer's voice trailed off as he took off down the street
Must have recognized me.
It wasn't long before he turned his lights on. He could barely make out where he was heading because a thick fog had not only cut down his line of vision, but also blocked out where the sidewalk started and the street ended. He squinted and saw a tall shape in the light from his car.
Pole, this is where the road turns.
Again he squinted to try to make out where the stop sign would normally be, but saw nothing. He drove for a couple seconds more, still nothing. He stared at the reddish water droplets now forming small groups near the bottom of the car's windshield.
Without warning, a forceful light almost blinded the boy. And his ears were completely filled to the brim by the painfully loud horn of another car. His reflexes hit him; he shut his eyes tight and almost wrenched the steering wheel off of the car as he brought his foot down hard on the brake. The road was slick from the rain, however, and the car kept sliding forward. The vehicle seemed to jump forward, then upward suddenly. He heard something getting crushed under him as something else that seemed enormous hit the front of the car and flew up, crashing into the windshield. He was thrown forward, then back into his seat as his left shoulder was struck with remarkable pain. He couldn't breath for a split-second as he sat there, clutching his shoulder waiting for another impact. The vehicle had completely stopped moving, and now just sat there, obliquely. One of the car's lights was split open horizontally, and the bumper now had a good-sized, red indentation on the left side. The boy still just sat there in pain, and disbelief.