Moby stood up out of his seat, wearing his school bag as he casually followed behind Abby, them not talking a single word as the atmosphere became tense yet rather casual and familiar at the same time as they walked out of the class and into the busy hallway that seemed far calmer and tamer than usual, most likely as a result of the new rules and extra security all over the place. Bullying and abusing students with such high security right after a mass-murdering did not seem like a good idea for anyone.
There was once again a mixture of different stares coming in his direction, contempt, envy, fear, and a hint of admiration which really surprised and elevated his mood seeing that his earlier plans of acting nicely in the school were somewhat working, all the different stares of course coming from entirely different groups of people of various strength and status.
