Post by jett on Aug 21, 2006 12:08:27 GMT -8
"Bye Mom, bye Dad!"
"Bye Jett! Take care.-"
THUD!
The door to the Miyachii' Resident slammed close hardly, a small hand wrapped around its knob. On the side that led out from the Mansion, a teenaged boy stood on the glimmering silver mat beneath his feet, his gloved hand holding the doorhandle. Jett Miyachii, the only child in the family. He was Sixteen and a few months, with short Black hair and shining Russet Eyes ... well, not exactly his eyes. He was dressed averagely, in a Pitch Black Leather Jacket, Silver Track Pants, White 'n Black Sneakers, Green Gloves, and a Black Baseball Hood.
He finally released his grip from the Golden Doorknob of the tall Amber hinged-wall. He took a deep breath of the Morning Breeze and started down the not-so-steep stairway from his House-- Mansion, which held about fifty-seven or ... seventy or ninety-summod stairs. Sometim' like that.
It took Jett about half 'n hour to finally complete the cobblestone stairs, he stopped again for a breath of fresh air. Turning his head to the left to look over his shoulder, Jett eyed the large collection of cars in the 80-Foot Driveway, taking a quick glance at each of them, his gaze stopped at a '98 Sleek Silver Chevrolet Corvette, convertible, but right now its Black Roof was up. He grinned braggingly, it was his car. His parents didn't allow him to drive it though, he was also thinking of painting it Black.
Jett straightened his neck from looking over his shoulder, and stretched it a little. He let out a sharp whistle and a flat clap, and a door-slam was heard. The engine of a veichle then awoke, and a Black Limosuene pulled out from the Driveway beside Jett. A larger grin spread on his face, and he opened the Third-Door on the side of the limosuene with his right hand, and slipped into the comfortable Leather Seats. "Wer'll you be goin' now, Sir?" The chauffuer asked in his Spanish Accent.
Jett buckled the seatbelt over his torso, and answered the chauffuer, "Public Highschool 259."
"Pub'lec 'Ighschool, let me see ..."
The man, Franklin Hinton, took a folded piece of paper from his pocket, and un-wrapped it. "... alright, buckle' up."
The Limosuene took off from the Driveway and onto the asphalt road, turning left off out of sight from the Mansion.
"Sigh. Do you think Jett'll be alright all by himself?"
A worried voice said, inside the Mansion, two middle-aged people (30 t' 40) stood. "Honey, he'll be just fine. We're not sending him to a Battle Arena or something." Mr. Miyachii said, holding a cup of coffee. Helen still stood before the window, looking through the thin openings of the blinds, she nodded. "... you're right."
Meanwhile ...
The Limosuene pulled up in front of Jett's new P.H.S, 259...
The engine didn't turn off. A black door was pushed open, and Jett stepped out, sunglasses now covered the view of his eyes. He closed the door behind him and then bent down slightly to the open window next to the chauffuer, he bit his lip before speaking.
"... Uhm, pick me up at 'Seven. A'ite? - No! Eight ... eight thirty. Eight Thirty on the clock,-dot, okay?"
"Ok'aes. Is that t'all?" Frank nodded.
"Uh ... yeah." Jett pulled his head from the window and watched the Limo take off, he turned around and then started toward 259.
Jett reached for his Chest-Pocket and took a pair of Sunglasses, Black; placing them over his eyes. "Ah ... I feel rich."
He pushed the Glass Doors open to the School and walked without hesitation, looking around to browse the Highschool. Wow ... this place is dull, he thought. It took Jett almost an hour, fourty-five minutes at the exact, to find out where to recieve his Combination, his Locker-Number 'n Key, his School Map 'n Blah-Blah-Blah.
It was almost time for his First Period, and he was bored with the time he had 'til it started, which was like ... an hour or two.
He leant against the Locker, back only, with a bent knee below his waist, foot-flat below his back.
He sighed, juggling with his Key, Boy ... I hate Highschools.[/color]
"Bye Jett! Take care.-"
THUD!
The door to the Miyachii' Resident slammed close hardly, a small hand wrapped around its knob. On the side that led out from the Mansion, a teenaged boy stood on the glimmering silver mat beneath his feet, his gloved hand holding the doorhandle. Jett Miyachii, the only child in the family. He was Sixteen and a few months, with short Black hair and shining Russet Eyes ... well, not exactly his eyes. He was dressed averagely, in a Pitch Black Leather Jacket, Silver Track Pants, White 'n Black Sneakers, Green Gloves, and a Black Baseball Hood.
He finally released his grip from the Golden Doorknob of the tall Amber hinged-wall. He took a deep breath of the Morning Breeze and started down the not-so-steep stairway from his House-- Mansion, which held about fifty-seven or ... seventy or ninety-summod stairs. Sometim' like that.
It took Jett about half 'n hour to finally complete the cobblestone stairs, he stopped again for a breath of fresh air. Turning his head to the left to look over his shoulder, Jett eyed the large collection of cars in the 80-Foot Driveway, taking a quick glance at each of them, his gaze stopped at a '98 Sleek Silver Chevrolet Corvette, convertible, but right now its Black Roof was up. He grinned braggingly, it was his car. His parents didn't allow him to drive it though, he was also thinking of painting it Black.
Jett straightened his neck from looking over his shoulder, and stretched it a little. He let out a sharp whistle and a flat clap, and a door-slam was heard. The engine of a veichle then awoke, and a Black Limosuene pulled out from the Driveway beside Jett. A larger grin spread on his face, and he opened the Third-Door on the side of the limosuene with his right hand, and slipped into the comfortable Leather Seats. "Wer'll you be goin' now, Sir?" The chauffuer asked in his Spanish Accent.
Jett buckled the seatbelt over his torso, and answered the chauffuer, "Public Highschool 259."
"Pub'lec 'Ighschool, let me see ..."
The man, Franklin Hinton, took a folded piece of paper from his pocket, and un-wrapped it. "... alright, buckle' up."
The Limosuene took off from the Driveway and onto the asphalt road, turning left off out of sight from the Mansion.
"Sigh. Do you think Jett'll be alright all by himself?"
A worried voice said, inside the Mansion, two middle-aged people (30 t' 40) stood. "Honey, he'll be just fine. We're not sending him to a Battle Arena or something." Mr. Miyachii said, holding a cup of coffee. Helen still stood before the window, looking through the thin openings of the blinds, she nodded. "... you're right."
Meanwhile ...
The Limosuene pulled up in front of Jett's new P.H.S, 259...
The engine didn't turn off. A black door was pushed open, and Jett stepped out, sunglasses now covered the view of his eyes. He closed the door behind him and then bent down slightly to the open window next to the chauffuer, he bit his lip before speaking.
"... Uhm, pick me up at 'Seven. A'ite? - No! Eight ... eight thirty. Eight Thirty on the clock,-dot, okay?"
"Ok'aes. Is that t'all?" Frank nodded.
"Uh ... yeah." Jett pulled his head from the window and watched the Limo take off, he turned around and then started toward 259.
Jett reached for his Chest-Pocket and took a pair of Sunglasses, Black; placing them over his eyes. "Ah ... I feel rich."
He pushed the Glass Doors open to the School and walked without hesitation, looking around to browse the Highschool. Wow ... this place is dull, he thought. It took Jett almost an hour, fourty-five minutes at the exact, to find out where to recieve his Combination, his Locker-Number 'n Key, his School Map 'n Blah-Blah-Blah.
It was almost time for his First Period, and he was bored with the time he had 'til it started, which was like ... an hour or two.
He leant against the Locker, back only, with a bent knee below his waist, foot-flat below his back.
He sighed, juggling with his Key, Boy ... I hate Highschools.[/color]