[Potironette]

The hour hand pointed past three, the minute hand pointed all the way down. 3:30, read the clock at the desk by the bed. Luck finished the spaghetti to the ticking of the clock.

The book bag unzipped accompanied with what would have been a sigh, if Luck had more heart to voice one. It was the after school blues, when it seemed no one existed and all was quiet and gone. Except the ticking of the clock, and eventually he would be gone too. All quiet after school. No fun.

Folders plied themselves onto the desk like multicolored cough-drops. White for the infinity of math, yellow for the sickly brightness of English, blue for the creativity of science, red for the blood of history. His older brother color coded them for him, and explained what each meant. His only brother wasn't around anymore to nag him about school though. He had gone away long ago, leaving behind the plastic colored folders.

He opened the white folder and stared at the whiteness of the handout. Infinity indeed. He hadn't got up to that yet with Rune. The folder closed again. The teacher wouldn't check the homework anyway. That's how half the class got away with their homework every day.

The yellow folder was opened to a reading. The blue folder was opened to a math handout. The history folder contained a reading. Luck left them there and went to take a shower beforehand.