Sylas was picked up by an dark luxurys car infront of the school,he was in the mix of upper middle class and rich class.Sylas car windows were tinted,he couldn't see and never noticed the cinametic and breathtaking colors of the sky.
Sylas was like a never ending sunshine,in the inside and outside.Sylas was kind and but also fast annoyed.Sylas loved to fight in a gentle and not hurting way.Sylas always messed with everyone in the class,but nobody cared.Sylas is strongly childish and playful for his age.Sylas never experienced bullying or traumatic events,not even the slightest breath of the chaos school can cause.Everybody saw him as a baby that needed daycare but was in school.He never noticed that anybody loved that way of his,he never knew how much obsessed Noxan was with that playful fighting.
After Sylas got out of his car he went to the finger print door handle.
Sylas hang up his jacket and went to the livingroom to eat the meal his mother prepared for him.
"YOU MADE PANCAKES?"
He said in an tone that was excited and overwhelmed by happiness.
"They taste delicious mom."
He commented while being halfway through the pancakes.
After he finished the pancakes he went straight to his room,he took out his phone and went on an social media platform,but not for long.
He remember panickly
*Oh no I forgot my football training I have to get ready*
He dressed into his football clothes in less than a minute not noticing he put his shirt on the wrong way.
"MOM!"
"We need to drive to the the football field."
His mom looked at him and said
"Didn't you notice something on your T-shirt"
Sylas slowly looked down and noticed how his t Shirt was the wrong way on.
Sylas fastly correct his mistakes accidentally showing off his abs.
Sylas was the best striker in his Sports club.Sylas was fast, athletic,small and smart in sports,all at once.He was like a secret chest only visible from time
After his training session he got home and Immediately fell asleep