Finrod Ar-Feiniel
Aug 30th, 2003, 12:46:46 AM
Sigh.
If there was one thing he wished he could do, it was to rid the galaxy of Headmasters. Finrod was quite teh dejected little figure, his head resting on a tabletop in Yogs, hands listlessly at his sides like a pair of dead fish.
He'd gotten in trouble at school. Again.
This time however, it had been his fault. Usually Fin was the victom when it came to schoolyard scuffles, or disruptions. Today though, he'd been the instigator.
Looking back, the boy still couldn't believe what he'd done. All the other boy had done was make a comment about his name, something that happened quite often, and Fin had been on top of him. When finally a proffesor had pulled the two apart, both children were appropriatly bloodied and bruised.
He'd been suspended by the Headmaster himself.
Just thinking about the whole incident made him flush with embarresment. But his thoughts always drifted back to the taunts. Finrod found himself in the middle of an argument with himself, one side not sorry a bit, and the other absolutely mortified.
Another sigh.
Finrod, usually so insistent about attending school as well as training as a Jedi, couldn't simply decide to take a couple weeks off. It was too odd.
Sometimes, life was too complicated.
If there was one thing he wished he could do, it was to rid the galaxy of Headmasters. Finrod was quite teh dejected little figure, his head resting on a tabletop in Yogs, hands listlessly at his sides like a pair of dead fish.
He'd gotten in trouble at school. Again.
This time however, it had been his fault. Usually Fin was the victom when it came to schoolyard scuffles, or disruptions. Today though, he'd been the instigator.
Looking back, the boy still couldn't believe what he'd done. All the other boy had done was make a comment about his name, something that happened quite often, and Fin had been on top of him. When finally a proffesor had pulled the two apart, both children were appropriatly bloodied and bruised.
He'd been suspended by the Headmaster himself.
Just thinking about the whole incident made him flush with embarresment. But his thoughts always drifted back to the taunts. Finrod found himself in the middle of an argument with himself, one side not sorry a bit, and the other absolutely mortified.
Another sigh.
Finrod, usually so insistent about attending school as well as training as a Jedi, couldn't simply decide to take a couple weeks off. It was too odd.
Sometimes, life was too complicated.