Post by James T. Almansour on Jun 6, 2013 4:46:02 GMT -8
James was bored. He's been very bored for a while, he'd never thought he'd actually miss having to go to school, and doing the normal mundane things he used to. Sitting at home and reading the same old comics over and over can do that to a person. He needed to get out. It was way to early to go do anything fun, so he decided to go out for a walk, do some exploring, and he knew just the place to check out.
It was a quite a long walk to where he estimated the ruins of 259 were, he had himself a nice smoke on the way and picked up bits and pieces that he could use later and stashed them in his backpack. He had only started attending the school before it got blown up. There's a joke about Arabs and explosions in there some where. When he got there he stood among the rubble and kicked some rocks around. It wasn't the most entertaining thing ever, but it got him thinking. How lucky was he to have been out of town with his father when the shit hit the fan, so even though they lost almost everything they were still alive.
He flicked the cigarette butt somewhere among the rubble and lit another one up. He wondered how different things would have been if the school was still standing, sure it had a bad rep but it beats that makeshift "school" they have running in a local library. At least some people were trying to rebuild some kind of structure or order in this chaos. "Well this is fun..." He said to himself as he kicked another piece of rubble around.
It was a quite a long walk to where he estimated the ruins of 259 were, he had himself a nice smoke on the way and picked up bits and pieces that he could use later and stashed them in his backpack. He had only started attending the school before it got blown up. There's a joke about Arabs and explosions in there some where. When he got there he stood among the rubble and kicked some rocks around. It wasn't the most entertaining thing ever, but it got him thinking. How lucky was he to have been out of town with his father when the shit hit the fan, so even though they lost almost everything they were still alive.
He flicked the cigarette butt somewhere among the rubble and lit another one up. He wondered how different things would have been if the school was still standing, sure it had a bad rep but it beats that makeshift "school" they have running in a local library. At least some people were trying to rebuild some kind of structure or order in this chaos. "Well this is fun..." He said to himself as he kicked another piece of rubble around.
