lessons..

..on Sunday morning, tyrannical oppression more like, but I guess that's just me dramatizing. It looked absolutely beautiful out. The warming breeze carried voices of playing children, younglings actually enjoying their ever fading childhood, while and I was stuck listening to old fart-breath drone on and on about geography and astronomy..utter torture. I mean, I understand the value of knowledge and the like, but come on! Sometimes it's as if they forget I'm hardly even 19. Father insists that all my studies would be essential once I ascend and that the seemingly "hard times" are just means to an end, but right now my darkly-looming future was the last thing on my mind.
Other than having a ferocious appetite for pickled onions and sounding very much like cross between a waffer-bird and a battle horn, OFB was severely narcoleptic, which under normal circumstances would warrant a certain degree of sympathy but presently it served my purposes perfectly.
Somewhere deep into his enthusiastic explanation on the positioning of the 12 Kingdoms in relation to the constellations - which would lull any normal person to sleep - he knocked off with a snort, and of course like any other "prisoner" I seized the opportunity to end classes early. As I crept to the window, I knew Father wouldn't be too pleased about my unscheduled exit, but heck, I'd worry about that later. Beneath the swelling clouds of summer, taking a breath, I closed my eyes..I jumped

TBC