Post by Albel on Sept 19, 2007 16:53:31 GMT -8
“Another nice and sunny day” Muttered Albel as he lay on a bench in the school court yard. He wore his usual white shirt, black pants and ragged old brown boots, his hair was as untamed as ever. An half empty bottle of coke rested on his chest and a cigarette sat snug between his right index and middle finger. As he looked up to the sunny sky he lifted his arm and placed the cancer stick between his lips and inhaled, and as he did this a very vital thought came to mind,
'I don't smoke'
Coughing violently the bespectacled boy sat up quickly and tossed the cigarette away to his left, he grabs his bottle of coke and downs the rest of its contents in an attempt to rid his throat of that god awful taste. He had no idea why he thought that would be a good idea, and he still had a whole pack of them left. He had stolen from the store while buying his coke, it was an impulse steal but it left him feeling guilty for about five minuets then he forgot all about it.
Laying back down he takes the pack from his pants pocket and tosses them behind over his head. His thoughts wandered to his time here, nothing special had happened here as of yet, no riots, no wars, nothing. He didn't know whether to be grateful or annoyed. He was probably a bit of both. He hadn't even seen a school yard tussle, it was just not right, not for a school.
Mentally shrugging he closes his eyes and tries to relax, though boring the peace was a nice change, after all he got plenty of violence at home. He felt a small twinge of negative emotion at the thought but id disappeared as quickly as it came, he had long trained himself not to care about his home life.
'I don't smoke'
Coughing violently the bespectacled boy sat up quickly and tossed the cigarette away to his left, he grabs his bottle of coke and downs the rest of its contents in an attempt to rid his throat of that god awful taste. He had no idea why he thought that would be a good idea, and he still had a whole pack of them left. He had stolen from the store while buying his coke, it was an impulse steal but it left him feeling guilty for about five minuets then he forgot all about it.
Laying back down he takes the pack from his pants pocket and tosses them behind over his head. His thoughts wandered to his time here, nothing special had happened here as of yet, no riots, no wars, nothing. He didn't know whether to be grateful or annoyed. He was probably a bit of both. He hadn't even seen a school yard tussle, it was just not right, not for a school.
Mentally shrugging he closes his eyes and tries to relax, though boring the peace was a nice change, after all he got plenty of violence at home. He felt a small twinge of negative emotion at the thought but id disappeared as quickly as it came, he had long trained himself not to care about his home life.