Nowadays, Dallas doesn't care what school was like. He used to hate going to school just as much as he hated moving from house to house. Before Dallas decided to stick by himself, he would find it hard to approach people to make new friends as the boy was scared that he'd have to leave again. He found it tedious.
By lunchtime, the sun was up and shining warmly. Dallas was out and about looking for a spot to lay down in the sun, away from the rowdy students. He eventually find a spot to his liking near the field, under a tree. The boy sat himself down in the shaded area, took off his shoes, and layed his legs in the sun. Pressing his back against the ground, Dallas looked up at the branches where the sun shone through the leaves. After a few minutes, the kid let out a sigh and mumbled to himself.
"It's not like I'm going to be here for long anyway."
"It's not like you're going to where for long?" A voice added onto his comment.
Dallas sat up quickly, looking behind him to see who it was.