Bara en annan dag
Date/Time: 1/10/11
Location: School, physics classroom
Muses: Sweden and ALL
Status: OPEN
Completion: in progress
Rating: T+ for langauge
Type: EL-JAY
Summary: It's class, and Berwald is early because Berwald is always early good at being punctual, unlike a certain Dane.
[[ I have no idea what schools || classrooms are like in America, so I'm just going by what I see in movies and my own school. Also, Berwald is a FOB, jus' so ya know. ]]
Berwald slipped into the classroom, heaving a small sigh when he saw it was empty. Well, good. He slung his backpack off his shoulder's and onto the chair, taking a novel he bought from Sweden out. If he had homework, or an upcoming test, he might have considered working on that, but considering it was his second day at school, he had nothing as of yet. So he settled down to read it, enjoying the silence of the morning.
Physics. One of his better subjects, and though he found it fascinating and relatively easy, he hoped the American course wouldn't differ from what he had learnt previously.
Suddenly noting that he felt tired for no good reason, Berwald put the book down, and buried his head in his arms. Skit he was really craved coffee. He made a mental note to ask whether there were any good coffee shops nearby. If anyone cared to talk to him, that is. He really didn't understand why people shied away from him. His face. It wasn't scary, because what? Course it wasn't.
Location: School, physics classroom
Muses: Sweden and ALL
Status: OPEN
Completion: in progress
Rating: T+ for langauge
Type: EL-JAY
Summary: It's class, and Berwald is early because Berwald is always early good at being punctual, unlike a certain Dane.
[[ I have no idea what schools || classrooms are like in America, so I'm just going by what I see in movies and my own school. Also, Berwald is a FOB, jus' so ya know. ]]
Berwald slipped into the classroom, heaving a small sigh when he saw it was empty. Well, good. He slung his backpack off his shoulder's and onto the chair, taking a novel he bought from Sweden out. If he had homework, or an upcoming test, he might have considered working on that, but considering it was his second day at school, he had nothing as of yet. So he settled down to read it, enjoying the silence of the morning.
Physics. One of his better subjects, and though he found it fascinating and relatively easy, he hoped the American course wouldn't differ from what he had learnt previously.
Suddenly noting that he felt tired for no good reason, Berwald put the book down, and buried his head in his arms. Skit he was really craved coffee. He made a mental note to ask whether there were any good coffee shops nearby. If anyone cared to talk to him, that is. He really didn't understand why people shied away from him. His face. It wasn't scary, because what? Course it wasn't.