Michael Madison (morethanson) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-03-28 23:07:00 |
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It's been raining since early morning, more or less constantly; the courtyard in front of the school building is a mass of puddles, the field out back is a sea of mud, and Michael has been successively more snappish with several successively surlier classes. Now it's ten of three on a Friday afternoon, the rain has dwindled to a grey trickle down the windows, and he's sitting in the empty classroom with his head buried in his arms.