OniShirei

You sat in class, watching the clock intensively, waiting for the bell to ring so that you may attend to your next class. Art. You took the time to glance around the room, seeing what the other student were possibly doing for the remainder of class. You noticed some were asleep, others were silently texting and the nerds were fully awake, sitting at the edge of their seats, hanging onto every last word that past the teachers lips. You sighed. You weren't a slacker, nor were you the top student of each class. Well, maybe except for art. You sat back and sighed for the umpteenth time in this class. Having nothing better to do, you pulled out

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo -x- The deep beat of the music pulsed through the sand and up your body; the rhythm seemed to resonate in your very core, blasting life and energy into the otherwise peaceful night. You looked out towards the calm ocean, the wind tousled your hair and the salty scent washed over you. It was a warm night, so the breeze was welcome. The large group ahead of you seemed like a mass of thriving bodies, all twisting around one another as the music played. Within seconds you were consumed by the crowd. Finding yourself in the midst of fevered dancing strangers on a moonlit night was a new experience, but the chaotic mood