"Alright, children, you can go play outside," the teacher called, adjusting her preymark. The entire class went up in a flurry of paper and jackets, every single student wanting to get outside before they were called back in for more lessons. The weather had been nice lately, despite the copious amounts of ash drifting down into the yards.
"Jacks, do you want to play?"
Jacks Longtreader was a bit of an enigma to his classmates. He had been toted around in his first year here, displayed as the Ambassador's nephew - even though the Ambassador made it quite clear to the teachers that he didn't want to be associated with him (it had caused quite a stir in the school to see the Ambassador stalking towards the principal, scowling). Within a few months, he was already a star student and preferred to be reading over playing with his classmates, much to their disappointment.
"No thank you," he said curtly, glancing up at the doe who had so kindly offered him a ball.
She squinted at him, not surprised at all from his curtness. He had a bit of a reputation to be…what did everyone call him? 'A stick in the mud'? "You're boring," she pronounced, before walking away and joining the rest of the class in a game of soccer.
"Okay," Jacks muttered, flipping the page to his book. He'd probably read it five times already, but access to the library was very restricted and Jacks could only get his hands on a few, select books.
The noises of the laughing children reached him after a few seconds. He glanced up. The soccer game they were playing was not within the official rules, people tackling other people, using dirty tricks, throwing with their hands…but Jacks was sure they wouldn't appreciate it if he pointed that out. At least they looked like they were having fun, something that Akolan seemed to sap out of everyone. But Jacks wouldn't say that out loud. His view of the world was very narrow and one-pathed, despite Sween and Whittle's attempts to broaden his views.
The game devolved into a lot of tackling and people yelling for timeouts so they could make up new rules to better suit them - Jacks was also fairly certain that half of his class no longer had their prey marks on properly, slipping off in the game. Oh well, he could report them later if he so wished.
There was a loud, crashing clap of thunder, causing everyone to freeze and look up at the sky. Rain began pouring down a few seconds later, eliciting shrieks of surprise from the scrambling students. Jacks tucked his book inside his jacket and made his way to the door, luckily not getting as soaked as a few other people.
"Aw, now we can't play soccer," one of the students sighed miserably, still holding a ball in his hands. A few other younglings said the same thing, dissent rising as the rain began pouring down harder and harder, lightning joining in with the thunder. Someone shouted in surprise. Jacks hunched his shoulders as the crowd of students lurched forward a little, waiting for an authority figure to come in and direct them to another place.
Jacks sighed. All he wanted to do was read his book.
Prompt: write about a change in weather