Bad Morning.

It was early in the morning when Lovino arrived at the school entrance. Too early. He really didn't like getting up so soon in the morning. Entering a school before the sun rises should be a crime damn it, but the Italian really had to come earlier this morning. The first exam session was about to start and he didn't understand shit about his French class.
"Damn it. Why French? Such a useless language." the brunette muffled to himself under his scarf. On top of it, this morning was cooler than the others [which wasn't helping his flu at all] and it snowed, leaving the ground slippery. Cursing under his breath, the Roman made his way to the few stairs that were placed in front of the main entrance. Sadly for him, the moment he rested his foot on the first step, he slipped, landing on his face.
"Ouch!" he hissed, hoping nobody had seen him fall like this. 'Damn it what a failure. Damn snow and damn Winter and DAMN EVERYTHING DAMN IT' was the only words the Italian could think of at the moment.
Sighing, Lovino slowly got up. Talking about a bad way to start the day...