Finnian, the boy with very, unrealistic strength in his arm and fairly
good hearing, didn't listen very well to the other girl as she shouted out to him.
Absentmindedly, he thought to himself, Wow! That miss is surely swell and nice, I
wonder why I haven't seen her before. Oh, what's her name? He laughed all the way
around the school, almost, and found the faucet around the corner. Once cleaned off, he
dried and looked carefully around before sliding into the school while others had class.
He passed through the snotty kids, passing the dropouts and others who skipped, and half
of the percentage were half of the school. Finnian grabbed his Country styled lunch
basket, much of it made by hand as he skipped outside and back to the garden.
When the boy returned, his lanky figure bouncing, he looked to the girl with a wide grin
and a happy expression. "Hello, miss! I'm back, thank you for waiting. By the way, my
name's Finn-" He tripped forward on his shoe, again, but this time, fortunately, he caught
himself and sighed gratefully. "My name's Finnian, your name?" He held out his pale hand,
basket in his other hand, packed like a feast.