Post by abevelle on May 23, 2007 13:17:05 GMT -8
At some point in his life.. Maybe when he was younger, he might have been excited about what he knew was going to come. He might have been excited about attending a new school, meeting new people, and seeing new places. But right now he wasn't. In fact all he really wanted to do was to stay home and sleep the day away. But unfortunately for Alex, his grand parents wouldn't allow it. Nope, they kicked his ass out of bed and made him go to school today. He guessed he would just have to make the best of it..
"Well... Here we go again.. First day at a new school.. Whats so great about it?"
Those blue tinted sunglasses of his rest low upon the bridge of his nose as he lowered his head slightly. Those grey orbs of his scanning the school building in front of him. His eye lids drooped half-way down as if he was incredibly bored, or tired. Unknown to most, so far anyways, was that they were always like that. Even if he was to fight someone, they would rarely change. A worn grey jacket hung upon Alexander's frame. A loose white shirt underneath. A pair of worn and ripped jeans at his waist. And those worn blue and white tennis shoes which now made slight scuffing sounds as he casually strolled toward the entrance on his new school's main building.
He really didn't know what to expect. He didn't know how it would look when he got inside. He didn't know if the students would be crazy and violent, or if they would be more relaxed and quiet, as they were in his last school. Alexander didn't know if someone would jump him as soon a he got inside, nor did he care. If they so chose to, he would defend himself. Though he didn't believe himself to be a great fighter. And rarely fought unless he was pressured into it. Or a bully surfaced. He sure hated bullies.
Alexander would make his way inside, and he would begin to hum a tune to himself. A oldies song his grandparents often listened to. A song he himself secretly enjoyed, but would never tell a soul. His right arm held a strap to his backpack, while his left swung back and fourth near his side. It was time to make his way toward the office, to see what he had on his plate for the day, and the remainder of the school year.
"Well... Here we go again.. First day at a new school.. Whats so great about it?"
Those blue tinted sunglasses of his rest low upon the bridge of his nose as he lowered his head slightly. Those grey orbs of his scanning the school building in front of him. His eye lids drooped half-way down as if he was incredibly bored, or tired. Unknown to most, so far anyways, was that they were always like that. Even if he was to fight someone, they would rarely change. A worn grey jacket hung upon Alexander's frame. A loose white shirt underneath. A pair of worn and ripped jeans at his waist. And those worn blue and white tennis shoes which now made slight scuffing sounds as he casually strolled toward the entrance on his new school's main building.
He really didn't know what to expect. He didn't know how it would look when he got inside. He didn't know if the students would be crazy and violent, or if they would be more relaxed and quiet, as they were in his last school. Alexander didn't know if someone would jump him as soon a he got inside, nor did he care. If they so chose to, he would defend himself. Though he didn't believe himself to be a great fighter. And rarely fought unless he was pressured into it. Or a bully surfaced. He sure hated bullies.
Alexander would make his way inside, and he would begin to hum a tune to himself. A oldies song his grandparents often listened to. A song he himself secretly enjoyed, but would never tell a soul. His right arm held a strap to his backpack, while his left swung back and fourth near his side. It was time to make his way toward the office, to see what he had on his plate for the day, and the remainder of the school year.