writerwright

Chapter 1 A loud bang woke the blonde from his restless sleep. He quickly jumped from where he was sitting near one of the long, narrow windows of the third music room and moved carefully over the window to peek out. He pushed some drooping blonde strands away from his face to get a better look. Sounds of movement from around the large room told him that everyone else there had been startled awake like he had. It was early morning, giving him enough light to look around the ruined grounds of the once proud school. Dark figures stumbled around outside aimlessly. Their yellow dresses and blue Ouran jackets and slacks were torn, and crusted wi