Prius: The Silent Killer (Cameron) Mar 28, 2018 1:02:46 GMT
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 28, 2018 1:02:46 GMT
School was way different since Elliot had gotten his groove back. Back when Elliot was deep in his funk, it had honestly lost a lot of its luster for him. The other kids there were a lot more vicious when he didn't have his older brother to keep him safe. Waking up in the morning went from an expected part of his routine to a chore, the fatigue of countless Digital World adventures finally catching up to him and leaving him barely able to roll out of bed in time for his classes. Even his education, something he once treasured, had become a blur. It was hard to stay focused on the lectures, especially when in the morning he was sleepless and in the afternoon he was far too busy worrying over Isaac. His grades had gone down, his time with friends had plummeted, and overall school had become somewhere Elliot never wished to tread.
Compared to how Elliot felt now, it was night and day. It may have taken a few shocks to knock the sense back into Elliot, but once those shocks had properly processed it made a world of difference for the poor boy. There was already more spring in Elliot's step than there had been for the past month or so combined, and his flagging grades had started their new rise the second the words "pop quiz" had come out of his teacher's mouth. It certainly helped that the bullies backed away, too. Elsie and Evie had been a surprisingly terrifying help there. It left Elliot with so much less to worry about, and all of the energy he had spent dodging punks could now be spent reintegrating into extracurricular activities and explaining to his friends where he had went for all of this time.
Was it any wonder that Elliot was a bit distracted today, then? It seemed like the great wheel had reset itself, and now Elliot was on top of the world! He left school today with a lightness in his step and a song in his heart. Hell, he would've even been whistling if not for the fact that Scramble Crossing had been too loud for him to hear himself. There were probably still people leering at him, considering his foreign accent and bad leg, but he could barely bring himself to care very much. Life was great, and nothing could possibly change that fact! Not the fact that the dense crowds started to peel away as he headed towards the Housing District, leaving Elliot alone as he tapped his way through the poorly-maintained streets. Nor did the fact that the street lights seemed to be in a rather bad way, constantly flickering and leaving multi-colored glows on the apartments below.
Now, the car that was hurtling towards Elliot despite not having the right of way? That was a pretty good contender for things that could ruin his day.