library. The outside of the library led into the school corridor, which circulated around theschool in a pentagon shape, and it had two floors. The library was dead in the centre, onthe second floor. The corridors had a laminated wooden plank-flooring running throughthe centre, with a white painted border. The walls were painted white in the same way.The corridors were fairly well lit, as there were beam shaped bulbs following the ceilingaround the entire corridor, as they’d been fitted that way. On the walls were hugewindows, the size that someone could sit out of if they were open. If there wasn’t awindow, there were posters. The football team needed new members, as their team was toosmall and they had a game coming up. The PE department had been advertising space on acommon occasion, however no one was interested. Lester began walking to the stairs atthe back of the school, so he could head home. Very few students were around now,except for the ones in the library and trying out for extra curricular activities, like thefootball team. Lester walked out the door, and the brilliant sunshine shined directly intohis eyes, and they screamed in pain, refusing to allow the cruel light in. Soon, Lester couldsee again, and his eyes adjusted to how bright it was. Lester began walking down the pathuntil he reached the bus stop. Luckily for him, the bus pulled up straight away. The doorsopened and Lester walked in.“Where you-” The driver was cut off by Lester ignoring him.“Hey! Kid, get outta here!” Hannah walked onto the bus at the time, and paid thedriver for both her and Lester. She sat in front of Lester, but made no attempt atcommunication.“Thanks.” He said bluntly. There was no reply. The same awkwardness revealeditself to be sitting with them too.“It’s okay.” She said, without looking back at him. Soon enough, the bus hadarrived at Lester’s stop, and he got off, and started walking. Hannah walked to her house,which was in a slightly different direction to Lester’s. The streets around him were so greyand bland. All the houses were attached, with flat roofs. No one Lester had deemedworthy enough of him lived around, so he spent his time in doors. All the houses were painted white, with blue borders on the windows. The actual glass was dirty, and it lookedugly on the blue and white. There were shops on the other side of the road; they wereyellow buildings, which were bigger, and older. They too, were ugly in Lester’s opinion.Lester approached his house, but made no attempt to enter. He instead turned a corner andcontinued walking. Eventually, he reached a block of houses he hadn’t seen in years. Herecognized number 13 in the row of houses straight away. He approached, and rang thedoorbell. Sweat ran down his face. The wooden door in front of him was badly damaged,and looked like one of the oldest in the block. There was no attempt of a garden, or perhaps there was, but only it’s corpse lay there now. The door opened, and a small boor answered on the other side of it. He had spiked up, long blonde hair, and looked far tooinnocent. His mouth was open in awe.“Hello?” He asked.“Is anyone else home?” Lester replied. His voice was not subtle.“Uh, no. Why?” The boy replied.“Good.” Lester pushed the door open and walked in, and then he slammed the door behind him.“Ah! What are y’ doin’?” The boy cried.