"Tonight on GeneTV - two suspects from the recent 'Black Rain' incident apprehended. The truth behind their actions unveiled; exclusively on GeneTV, where everything is-" "Oh, shut up," screen of the phone turned off, as a young boy tossed it into his backpack, "Why is it that I can't even listen to a few songs anymore without some stupid advertisement." Irritated, he pulled the headphones of his head, his black hair slightly dancing along the light breeze. He stopped for a second, looking up to the sky. It was cloudy and smelled like it could rain; perfect. Why bother sitting in a crowded room, listening to some presentation that will do him absolutely no good. The entire educational system was such a nuisance - much like every other system he had come across in the two decades he had spent alive. A crowd of people passed him on their way to the lecture, some he even recognized from his group. "Yo," a male voice called up to him as a hand made its way around the boy's shoulders, "Damian, what's up?" A wide grin rested on the face of a blond boy. He carried a guitar on his back. "Lei, why do you carry that thing around?" Damian asked, turning around to face his classmate, "We both know you don't take guitar lessons." A slight frown appeared on Lei's face and he acted as if insulted, for a split second, before the grin returned full force - "But it gets all the ladies." Rolling his eyes, Damian started walking towards the college. Lei swiftly cut in front of him, walking backwards. "You actually going to pay us mortals, stuck in lectures, a visit?" He continued to talk, whilst Damian's focus turned to the small hill in the vicinity - he was able to see a few trees swaying along the wind. He did not get the chance to visit that place yet, but now was as good time as any. "We can go for a drink after the lecture, I know a good place. I'll even call a few of my lady friends. What do you say?" Lei extended his hand for a fist bump, one which never came. "I'll pass, thanks." Damian sharply cut to the right, stepping onto the grass and proceeding towards the hill. He was unable to see the puppy face that the boy was trying to pull off. "I'll call you later - so you better pick up the phone!" Damian just threw two of his fingers in the air, signaling the end of the conversation. He carried the backpack over his shoulder, holding it with his right hand. "What a bore."