[b]Mark[/b]

Last night had been spent following a girl in her ultimately fruitless pursuit for information. A sudden fear of loneliness kept him close to her, but it came to a point when he had to persuade her to leave it for tomorrow. He hadn't seen her since. He had met his roommate though; an angry provoker spoiling for a fight that Mark had no patience for. Luckily for him, his temper was non-existent and he managed to simmer the idiot down and get some sleep. Regardless, plans were made to get him out of the room before he woke up which, much to his amazement, he followed through on.

Aimlessly he wandered in a fresh pair of jeans and a long sleeved white T shirt. What happened yesterday had swirled around in his mind like a hurricane he found himself in the eye of. His thoughts were blank, calm even, but deep within him they raged with uncertainty and foreboding. Who had killed another student? What had left him unconscious in the rain with a bloody knee and cut cheek with no memory of the hour before that? Clutching what he now saw as contraband in his pocket, he hoped that those two events were not related. He looked at his watch and thought about heading to the library as he was keen to kill some time. The thought of running into other people right now however he wasn't so keen about. He continued to wander from landmark to landmark until the time for the assembly.

Mark entered the auditorium and found himself a chair by himself. The only part of him showing any emotion being the length of his stare: it was as though he didn't see the many others there. Perhaps that was what he wanted; to be alone. But he knew himself better. He yearned for a friend. Someone to turn his fears to fantasies and to joke with his troubles. A wry grin came and failed to form on his face.

[i]I can't rely on that hope. I'm alone.[/i]

Having grasped what was truly bothering him, his head cleared. He'd deal with these issues when the time came, and he didn't need to rely on others to keep himself together. He'd be just fine. Just as he always had been. He bottled up his worries and his cold eyes grew warm again. Warm, yet wary. For once, he didn't want to analyse the other people before him, as for the first time in a long while, he had one interest and that held his attention. He was ready for whatever the Headmaster had to say.