The raven-haired boy was heading toward the gymnasium, to go out of the school by the exit that was there, to avoid the trouble he got into this time. Pushing the door to where the physical education classes were held, he looked left and right with his "panda-like" eyes that used to be such teasing magnets when he was in freshman year.
Mister Im wasn't here and apparently, no sports club was holding a reunion here at this time. It was the perfect time to leave. The young man ran his way to the other side and to the door that lead outside; he pushed it and could almost smell the scent of freedom...