Act without expectations
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Academia San Francisco was a school for the elite. It's Creamy ivy colour wall embery with images that sherd stories, hall ways lace with cernted leaven like a walk in the park.
Liom ember fountain with sparkling water from lank and the sea veiwnworth sight.
Yet_
Yet Dean found himself standing lost in this place called school.
It's sherd size couldn't be captured by eyes alone and it dignified beautiful was captivating.
Like a walk of past; that act without expectations.
Dean blinked. His brown iris fell to earth on the feet before him.
His shoes .
Black, old, ragged. Like a crime to the sleek tilts.
He didn't belong here but he was standing there.
Here. The through were laughable but they were real.
Him_ Dean Broker stool here _but_ the feeling of not belonging seem to be like another skin.
Worn tightly clothed.
The students that walked passed. Neck high with a stiff waist. Pencils iron navel blue and white sleeve, firm jacket that held the capture of the beast.
He observed them
They observer him too.
Dean wasn't ignorance ot this. He could feel their gaze on his tan skin to his clothes and then his shoes_ oh shoe's.
It gave out everything his mother had tried to hid when she gel his coils up from painful long minutes, made him trim his nussle and fingers and shape his eyebrows.
Got him a new bag.
All hoping it get him into new in lighten.
But, they snift their nose like a rat walked in but Dean can't say who the rat was.
As they seem more rat with their upright nose.
" Rats." He mumble to himself and walked toward the administration office with his footsteps fading to the part.
" Sit."
Dean did barely snapping from the stupors.
" 300..."
" Please; mister Dean, sit."
His hands outstretched behind his front, pulling back the soft cotton chair he once admired.
One he couldn't compere to the dust rag at home.
But_ it felt heavy in his hands now.
The adrenaline of dread that rushed through him wasn't little.
The form.
His irk shaking due his voice firm. " Sir, I think a mistake is somewhere?" " The form never said anything about 300 thousand dollars... "
" It did. " Those words trembles even the crumb of Dean confidence. Doubt creep through his trust of his vision, even the little words that denied the principal words couldn't stop the feeing.
" Here."
Dean eyes strip from the nake from of the ground to the familiar paper before him.
One he burn the lanter to answer, One his mother had prayed with, One that stared at him right now.
His eyes trail with the principal cane.
Just before the signature; underneath. Were extremely tiny milk grey word that blend with the form, one Dean eyes even squirted couldn't see.
" What?"
Like the principal could understand his eyes struggle decided to explain.
" This; Mister Dean, is a written statement."
A lump form his throat.
" School uniforms, books, participation fees isn't included to the scholarship forms."" However, you have a month. Which, I believe is enough to earn the fee_ due the school in consideration deducted 46% percent off the supposed fee; I believe you can make it before the month end.
Dean lip shivers and his throat were lacked of any words. Sweat drip from his nape yet his touge found it way to his deprive lips.
" I- I can't."
This hesitant damaged the once force smiles of the principle. His age face harden and his lips line like horizontal on ice.
" Then you would get limp."
" Sir-i"
" Your Rights would be confiscated."
" Sir-i..."
The lift hand of the old man was a mentor of slience and nothing came out. Yet through Dean eyes the man place a smile.
" I do know dearly of your predicament, Mr Dean_ but. This academia isn't charity fare. " " Do excuse yourself. "
So did Dean did.
With steps heavy, where his shoe drag contact with the floor.
That too was criminal. He self humored with a faint smile.
As he paused but not oblivious.
Butterflies becone on the bloom flowers through the hallway. Lit of the sun filter through the leaves hamper to the ground and flowers. The stream aside where calm that pest could land still like a pause of time.
Every air was clean contrasting the suffocating smell of caff from the principal office. One he thought smells expensive was now poisonous.
To him and everything.
Dean whined. He was feeling an head ache coming on, his thoughts tangled and untangle yet nor made any used but he couldn't stop.
He couldn't.
He just couldn't.
" Are you insane."
Dean snap. His lashes clapped and his iris set up to a girl. Not just a girl but a hallway full of students.
Horror set in as he felt eyes on him. Few whisper and then looked at him with dread.
He didn't.
He didn't.
" You speak for yourself and it's quite loud at that. A quite an... "
Dean walked pass. He just want to get away, he just want to live this place. Go to his mom, go to a public school and just be.
This was frustrating.
It all was.
Damn he hated every minute of it. He did and it was shifty scary because he couldn't live. He just couldn't, he couldn't just leave and that was frustrating.
He wanted to rip his hair out and the feeling was deep.
He needed this school. This school had want he need to save her so he can't give up but he which he can.
He which he fuckin could and fucked this place out.
But his had to stay for now, for 3 years.
Or maybe he wouldn't, this isn't the only presijoius school he could gang. If Lucky, he might jam better.
And with thoughts like this, he walked away.
Dean walked off not looking back at the girl behind that he shoulder bump to the ground, or her friends that glared angrily at her back that disappeared to the darkness.
" He going to pay."
" Ane— She right Alice."" That country pumpkin can't bumb one of us and walked away."
" He didn't do anything . I reach out him first, maybe he was just being upset. "
" Upset?! What give that black flirty scum rights to be. He should be grateful that he get to breath with us and even got scholarship to our school."
" He don't belong Amena. "
" Guys_ isn't a big deal. I just fell and nothing more happened... "
" Nothing more for now. I don't think that Nero got long here any ways. "