baby's on fire { o p e n }

a quiet hum started slow from somewhere past two ferns; between brief pauses, the tune carries across the courtyard. Cody, even though it has been his second day of school here, has made a spot for himself already. He likes the cool air that the morning brings, the peanut butter sandwich he's made himself for breakfast and the calm atmosphere that the empty courtyard gives off. Compared to yesterday, this is paradise. Collecting books, finding classes and having to talk to numerous, strange people had nearly put the young man in a state of total panic. Unavoidable, yes, but now that it's over Cody can start picking out the smallest nooks and crannies around the school to waste time in until his classes start.

The calls from his mother and father had finally stopped, just like he expected them to. Mostly his mother to be honest, the only thing Cody has heard from his father was the stern voice in the background of the receiver; between his mother's "I love you's" and "Be good's" he could of sworn he heard "Tell that faggot to come back a man". Maine is certainly different from the sandy beaches of his family's estate. Not bad, but certainly something to get used to.

Eye's glazed over, the student stared off to some unseen place just beyond the fountain.