<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1161.photobucket.com/albums/q503/Monsterancher/Untitled-1_zps95e2c04f.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">If the Earth had a favourite season, it would firmly tell you that Winter was not that season. As a matter of fact, he had never met anyone who's favourite season was legitimately Winter. Oh yeah, there were those girls who knitted every article of clothing they ever had and threw snowballs and built crappy Igloos, but even then they retreated to the warmth of their fireplaces and heaters within the hour. No one liked Winter. Winter sucked. <br/><br/>So why for the sake of humanity did everyone decide it was a good idea to have school during the Winter? <br/><br/>As the young man slipped on his second pair of gloves, his visible, cloudy breathe muttered incoherently. Mainly cursing the bitterness of the air and the consistent breeze that always blew away his hat. His chilled hands shakily wrapped a thick scarf around his neck, tightening it almost to the point where it restricted air flow. He was tempted to just keep pulling, actually. He'd rather suffocate in warmth than freeze his face off. His cheeks were already a soft shade of red with his nose following close behind. It was pretty awful out here. Even though it was only 60 degrees and with no sign of snow this week. <br/><br/>Golly, how did people stand snow? It made it feel like you were stepping on the Ice Age or something. And it collected all this dirt and muck and crap, literally, crap. Not to mention it was a pain to clean up. It sticks everywhere and got everything soaking wet. Yeek. Dreadful stuff. Couldn't stand it. He was glad there wasn't much chance of snow. That would make school even more dreadful than it already was, which seemed almost impossible. But people, or in this case, the weather, never ceased to amaze him. Watch, tomorrow there is going to be two inches of snow and he'll have no one to blame besides the pathetic excuse for a weather man. <br/><br/>Rolling his blue eyes in an exaggerated circle around his face, he gripped his steaming cup in his hands tightly, the warmth slowly seeping through his thick layers. His legs were almost a blur how fast he walked towards his first class of the day. As usual, he wanted out of the cold as soon as humanly possible and he would much rather have sore legs than cold ones. Besides, it helped stamina, and stamina never hurt anyone. <br/><br/></span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">But after a brutal, half an hour walk, he made it to campus, and more importantly, to his designated class building. With a grunt to push open the door that was so old that it seemed like it could rust shut at any moment, he made his way up the small flight of steps to the main lobby. It was a rather big building, which didn't make a lot of sense to him. After all, it was a science building. You'd think art buildings would get more space because, you know, they have to take up lots of room for supplies and their actual art pieces. But oh well, it wasn't his choice. He simply went over to the elevators and pressed the call bottom. The little light went on and the silence in the lobby allowed one to hear the rattling of the elevator making it's way down. As he leaned back against the brick wall, he pulled some of his lengthy blonde hair behind his shoulder and pulled out his phone. His clock said it was ten til ten. Perfect, right on time.<br/><br/>Another student made their way though the burly doors, a gust of wind making it's way towards him once again. Winter was the spawn of Satan, he knew it. Who else would create such an ungodly time of year? The student who had entered was clearly a freshman. She was wondering about looking ever so closely at the arrows on the walls and looking at one of those maps that student leaders give everyone to find their way around. However, she still didn't look like she knew what she was doing. He watched her for a while, glancing occasionally from his phone. But after a good twenty seconds of her searching but with nothing to show for it, she went up the stairs as well and stopped in front of him. <br/><br/>Nervously, she waved at him to grab his attention,"Excuse me ma'am, do you know where room 302 is by any chance?" <br/><br/>The young man looked up at her in thought,"It should be on floor three somewhere. As for exact directions, I'm not sure, sorry."<br/><br/>"No, no, that was very helpful, thank you." She smiled genuinely before waving a short good bye and heading for the stairwell. <br/><br/>For the sake of it, he watched her until she vanished around the corner before returning his gaze back to his phone. He opened his weather app for the fourth time this morning to see if anything had changed. The temperature went up a degree. Inside he was screaming with joy, however, nothing of the sort was visible on the outside as the blue tinted light on his face appeared to have sucked his emotions away.<br/><br/>He could hear the elevator clunking slowly closer. </span></span></span></td></tr></table>