Cyril was about to take another bite of his sandwich when he caught sight of a black head of hair. He looked at the person, trying to recognize it. After a quick glance over it, he realized it was a woman, and it was that girl that always looked out the window. Then again, everyone looked out the window. It was just that the teacher's class was so boring and dull that they found entertainment in looking out the window. But he knew that this person in particular was named Jakki. She was probably the most aloof person in their class. Other than that girl that seemed to like to bask in the sun, of course. Yet, Jakki completely avoided him. Cyril snorted, glancing down at his sandwich. He didn't need her. She was about as idiotic as every other person in that damned class. And so, the young man finished off his sandwich and drank some of his soda. After that, he unwrapped the chocolate bar and walked back toward school.

He really didn't mind that people avoided. Cyril actually liked being alone at times; he had time to think and gather his thoughts. Sometimes he felt a bit lonely... and he wished he had someone other than his aunt to talk to about all of his problems. He sipped at his soda as he walked down to a patch of grass, where a couple of people were gathered. Two, actually. Not necessarily a gathering, but... was that man in his swimming trunks? He stopped in his tracks, staring at the man and the young girl. Who was that? Was it... no, it couldn't be that kid, right? Cyril stared at the man from afar, his expression unwavering. [I]Perv.[/I]