Luckily, after damaging my brain and ability to think rationally for the rest of the day, it was prize-giving ceremony and not lessons.

Heck. Might as well start a narrative. Its more interesting that way don't you think.

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He stared straight ahead. Well not really, but he might as well have been, he just inclined his head a little upwards cause he didn't want to stare at the back of head of the person right in front of him. It was a bushy head of hair, and filled with unspeakable horrors, not the type of things you want to stare at.

He watched the proceedings with mild interest. Okay, faked mild interest. He honestly didn't care for anything at the moment. But yet he was there, cause he was forced to. Two hour ceremonies always tended to be tedious, and this was no exception. He clapped because everyone was doing so, and because he was supposed to and too polite to not....and found his arms growing tired, so he let them flop lifelessly to his side.

He was tired. But also uncomfortable. His legs, he could feel them withering away from the lack of circulation. In an ultimate gesture of defiance, he brought them up to cross them. They didn't move.

He frowned and tried again, his leg moved up an inch, and then hit the floor again. Disturbing, he wasn't that tired, was he? He gritted his teeth and with a herculean effort, his body protesting all the way, he lifted his right leg the mighty distance from floor to left thigh and let it rest there. Triumphant, he resumed his rest.

Uh-oh, his right leg slid a little down his thigh, his pants were made of a weird material, and all slidy. He had forgotten about that, he pushed his right leg back up, but it didn't stay for long. He pushed. It slid. He pushed. It slid. He pushed. It slid. He let it slide. It slid some more. And a little more. And onto the floor.

Urgh he thought. This was going to be a bad day.