It was a few minutes after the bell had rung for the end of the day and Dante was just leaving school premises.
He frowned a little, sighing. He'd been excited for school this morning, had some kind of ineffable feeling that it'd be different for once. He wasn't sure what in particular – maths had gone by normally, computing was boring as ever, French was okay but – as ever – a bit tiresome what with the small class size, and chemistry wasn't anything out of the ordinary.
He really thought today might've been different.
A left after going out the school gate, he continues until the hedge ends and walks a couple of blocks, then heads through a park on his way home. It's very green, lots of trees.
He likes how pretty it is, especially on days like these.