Surprising things just kept happening to Nikko on his second day at this God-awful school for the deluded and brainwashed. Not only was he still here, attending, but he had also attend not one but all four of his classes. Whether he had been paying attention in any of them was another story.
Nikko sat atop the desk in his Chemythstry class, staring at his reflection in a piece of reflective metal at the side of the room. Putting a hand to his hair, he grabbed a handful and pulled upwards, making sure it was styled right, still sticking up perfectly. Then after touches his lashes to make sure the mascara was in place. Yes, they looked luscious and navy eyeliner perfectly too. Nikko grabbed his broom from where it leant on the chair and held it in front of him, his shows dangling off it by their laces. He place his bare feet on it, let go, and surfed the air out of the class.
Surfing his broom along the corridors and into the Castleteria. Nikko soared around the count, through the kitchen and out again, grabbing two bananas on the the way through. Out of the kitchen, he flew over to the back. Finding a table near the windows, he perched himself on the window sill, feet dangling down the wall. Catching the brown as he sat, he leaned it on the wall and started peeling one of his bananas.
@eunoia - Framboise Margaux