[b][center][color=#cea400]R[/color][color=#d0a500]o[/color][color=#d2a600]s[/color][color=#d4a700]e[/color][color=#d6a800]b[/color][color=#d8a900]u[/color][color=#daaa00]r[/color][color=#dcac00]g[/color] [color=#e0ae00]C[/color][color=#e2af00]o[/color][color=#e4b000]n[/color][color=#e6b100]s[/color][color=#e7b200]e[/color][color=#e9b300]r[/color][color=#ebb400]v[/color][color=#edb500]a[/color][color=#efb600]t[/color][color=#f1b700]o[/color][color=#f3b900]r[/color][color=#f5ba00]y[/color] [color=#f9bc00]H[/color][color=#fbbd00]i[/color][color=#fdbe00]g[/color][color=#ffbf00]h[/color] [color=#ffc207]S[/color][color=#ffc30b]c[/color][color=#ffc50f]h[/color][color=#ffc612]o[/color][color=#ffc816]o[/color][color=#fec91a]l[/color][color=#fecb1d],[/color] [color=#fecd25]R[/color][color=#fecf28]o[/color][color=#fed02c]s[/color][color=#fed230]e[/color][color=#fed334]b[/color][color=#fed537]u[/color][color=#fed63b]r[/color][color=#fed73f]g[/color] [color=#fdda46]O[/color][color=#fddc4a]r[/color][color=#fddd4d]e[/color][color=#fddf51]g[/color][color=#fde055]o[/color][color=#fde258]n[/color][/center][/b]
Morning light filtered through Sif's window, the tinted glow shading his room a dark yellow. He rose unsteadily from the dim haze of sleep, his various papers and books scattered across his bed. He blinked in surprise at that, not used to falling asleep at the drop of a hat like that. His memory of before he fell asleep was hazy, but he didn't remember being tired. It was like a sudden scene change in a play that forced you alert and didn't quite make sense. Sif sighed a bit, and stuffed his book and papers into his backpack, and quickly went to take a shower. He exited the shower a few minutes later, and put on a gray dress suit, with a white undershirt and gray dress pants. His closet was absolutely filled with similar looking suits. The book he had discovered reentered his thoughts abruptly, and a small bit of panic filled him as he looked for it. A quick search of his room proved it wasn't in the room. [i][color=#cea400]D[/color][color=#cfa500]i[/color][color=#d0a500]d[/color] [color=#d3a700]I[/color] [color=#d5a800]i[/color][color=#d7a900]m[/color][color=#d8a900]a[/color][color=#d9aa00]g[/color][color=#daab00]i[/color][color=#dbab00]n[/color][color=#ddac00]e[/color] [color=#dfad00]t[/color][color=#e0ae00]h[/color][color=#e2af00]e[/color] [color=#e4b000]b[/color][color=#e5b100]o[/color][color=#e6b200]o[/color][color=#e8b200]k[/color][color=#e9b300]?[/color] [color=#ebb400]I[/color][color=#edb500]t[/color] [color=#efb600]s[/color][color=#f0b700]e[/color][color=#f2b800]e[/color][color=#f3b800]m[/color][color=#f4b900]e[/color][color=#f5ba00]d[/color] [color=#f8bb00]s[/color][color=#f9bc00]o[/color] [color=#fbbd00]r[/color][color=#fdbe00]e[/color][color=#febe00]a[/color][color=#ffbf00]l[/color][color=#ffc002],[/color] [color=#ffc207]I[/color] [color=#ffc40c]c[/color][color=#ffc50e]o[/color][color=#ffc511]u[/color][color=#ffc613]l[/color][color=#ffc715]d[/color][color=#fec818]n[/color][color=#fec91a]'[/color][color=#feca1c]t[/color] [color=#fecc21]h[/color][color=#fecd23]a[/color][color=#fece26]v[/color][color=#fecf28]e[/color][color=#fed02a].[/color] [color=#fed12f]B[/color][color=#fed232]u[/color][color=#fed334]t[/color] [color=#fed539]I[/color] [color=#fed73d]d[/color][color=#fed840]i[/color][color=#fed942]d[/color][color=#feda44],[/color] [color=#fddc49]d[/color][color=#fddd4b]i[/color][color=#fddd4e]d[/color][color=#fdde50]n[/color][color=#fddf53]'[/color][color=#fde055]t[/color] [color=#fde25a]I[/color][color=#fde35c]?[/color]
[/i]

A soft breath of air left his lips as he conceded the books existence, and he walked over to his closet. He grabbed a light blue tie off of the pile of ties, and began to slip it on while he walked down stairs. His father was still absent, and a different woman was at the counter of the laundromat, this one a little older. Still she ignored him, and Sif reciprocated by not even bothering to glance at her. He walked out the front door, and began to walk towards the school. The air was a piercing cold, just moist enough to make him shiver. It stabbed through his clothes, and pricked his skin, raising goosebumps within seconds. Sif shivered, but walked fast to reach the school sooner rather then later. He entered the school, and smiled at the warm air the school provided; it was a nice respite from the cool outside. As he walked towards his class, the tension the air was palatable, being generated by every student he walked past. It felt like someone had decided that awkward silence was a good mood for the school, though he could not figure out why.

Sif's question was even further obscured when a young girl ran past him seeming to come from the band room, her eyes tearing up. Sif glanced back as she ran past him, and watched her head towards the bathroom. The soft whine of sirens in the distance were quickly ignored as Sif walked with new found purpose towards the band room. A crowd of students gathered about the door, a few casting nervous glances inside. Sif seemed indifferent to the scene, mostly cause band was his first period class. He sat down next to the door, a bit far away from the crowd of students. The sirens that were once distant were clearly growing closer, and Sif didn't even notice as he finished his homework in silence.