School was the last place most could say "they'd rather be not caught dead in" but for this particular male, he'd rather be here than at home. School was the one place besides the coffee shop where he could keep away from family issues and strive for a good education. As for other who saw him, he was the nerd-geek. Study, study, study. It's all most saw him do but he wasn't really studying. He was trying to learn about himself. About the power he had. Learning about metals and all. Lucas was no A student. Even if he appeared to be. Getting to school early was just a safe haven for him to come to and feel... At home. Home to him was where you felt safe... Or wanted. Here he felt safe. It was almost like home.<br/><br/>Sitting at his desk half asleep from a long haul of preparation for the school week he nodded off. When his body realized the sudden fast nap he woke and snarled a bit. Pulling several late nights in a row was not ok! A sigh escaped Lucas as he looked around at the ones he called drones. Always dressed the same. Uniforms that gave them... A luster dull like a common gem. Lucas wasn't one to talk though. He had to wear it too. Why couldn't these uniforms be a bit comfier? The pants at least.... Grabbing a book from his bag he began to sketch and doodle abstract lines as he waited for class to start. Or end. Today he just wanted to go out and practice.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">School first or you will never amount to anything!</span><br/><br/>Words of his workaholic mother rang through his head. He rolled his eyes and glanced at the students. Maybe today he could make an effort to get friends? That would be nice. Not having to deal with home issues and just hang with friends. Yeah. That sounded great! He looked to the teacher, being ignorant as usual, and took out some school work. Maybe if he pretended to do this, the teacher would ignore him in the back row?