<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://moviecelebs.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/sendhil-ramamurthy.jpg)<br/><strong>Name</strong>: Nathoo Khan<br/><strong>Role</strong>: Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong> School Hallway-Outdoors<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/></div><br/>As he wandered away from the Ethics professor, Nat found himself sifting through the paper, taking in the stupid mistakes he'd made. The boy sighed, finally rolling up the paper and pulling his backpack around on one shoulder until it was barely in front of him. It was a bit of a challenge to unzip the thing and once he had it was an even bigger challenge to keep everything from falling out as he fished out his leather folder, but in the end it was all worth is when the paper was slid into the case and replaced back in the bag.<br/><br/>It was easy for him, most days, to catch the attention of his peers even when he didn't want it. Now was one of those times. He tried to remain inconspicuous even as he stood head and shoulders above a good portion of those who surrounded him. He hunched his shoulders slightly, feeling a prickling at the back of his mind. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, he knew what it was. The voice of his father running over in his head. The truth was that people depended on him and he knew it. The trouble with that was that even now he felt as though everyone around him knew about the little mistakes, the lack of attention to detail, the mediocre nature of what he had handed in and they lost faith in him over it. How could he help them, how could he look out for them when he couldn't even manage to hand in a paper that was done right, after the whole two weeks they'd had to research it?<br/><br/>The more he dwelt on the mark he'd received and the work he'd put into it, the heavier his thoughts became until he was certain that every snippet of conversation that buzzed around him was word of his incompetence spreading. Only to the end of the hallway did the large double doors offer some respite, some place to which to run. His stride would have taken him quickly toward his goal, too, if it hadn't been for the fact that making a break for freedom would have meant bowling over a group of underclassmen who appeared fragile and afraid enough without him adding his selfishness and clumsiness to the mix.<br/><br/>Instead he waited until the knot of half a dozen turned like a wheeling flock and disappeared into a stairwell. Clearing those obstacles from his path made it so that his last few strides could gather momentum for him and send the young man bursting out of the school halls and out onto the sprawling grounds that surrounded the buildings.<br/><br/>There was a small gap in the bushes that seemed just large enough for one, maybe two, mostly hidden from all angles as the windows nearby were blocked by the same bushes that barred the nearby path from seeing anything aside from the entry he then took. From there, if he stood he could see the race track and the football pitch, the long and sloping hill down towards them marred only by the seemingly-endless staircase. Once into his little nook, he let the bag fall from his shoulder and caught it in his hand only in time to make it swing away to rest under one of the bushes as he took his seat on a sill that ran the length of the ground floor. Just wide enough to be comfortable without letting him get too complacent. Laziness would not do. Laziness was never alright, even when he rested.<br/><br/>When he let himself finally sit, he let out a sigh and closed his eyes, letting his head lean back against the sun-baked bricks.