Post by Audrey Hall-Smith on Sept 27, 2007 12:52:44 GMT -5
Anxiety takes a toll on you. It makes you older, and it doesn’t even make you wiser, Shrimp thought as he gracefully found his locker. He needed to be more gracefull lately, especially all the accidents he had lately. Especially the vending machine thing.
A few days ago he thought it would be a fun thing trying to scale the school and jump off a vending machine. It wasn’t fun at all. When he tried to jump off he just fell and broke his arm. That’s why he had a lovely cast on his arm with Summer’s sweet words: You’re an idiot. He agreed, but then he thought about Parkour and his thoughts changed completely. Now he just needed a handy dandy buddy to help him out while he does his usual Urban Exploration.
As he fumbled around with his locker a bit, trying to figure out the code. Apparently, time does fly when you act like an idiot. By the time he put his books back in the locker and fixed his half busted book bag the hallways were empty. School had let out a whole ago and Shrimp didn’t even notice.
His book bag was a bit odd, it had holes all over the place. That’s what you get for keeping a book bag for 5 years, his old friends use to warn him. Who cares, he loved it and that’s why he had a belt protecting it so it won’t just disintegrate at the slightest hint of wind. He set off in a random direction sure to find an exit, and then it struck him: The bus already left him. Now he could either find a ride or walk home.
Finally, once he made it outside there was a scatter of students but none seemed to have a car. As he muttered profanities under his breath, and hit some kid with his cast he went off looking around the parking lot. He gave up on that after a good ten minuets and rushed back into the school. He wandered into the library, and found some lone kid looking at a book. Dark hair, big, looking old enough to drive. Perfect target.
Shrimp never had an excellent attention span, and that’s why the book he wanted to read for a while caught his attention: Target. Shrimp picked it up, scanned it and it seemed like it was in good condition. So he checked it out, after this process little kid was out. He muttered more profanities, and the librarian shushed him. He glared at her, and then randomly took a seat. Maybe if he waited a while someone would show up.
He looked like a sad character, just sitting down and searching his book bag. For what? Nothing, just the usual nothing. He just wanted to look busy as he waited. Then, it came in. The doors opened and his savior has come to save his broke ass. Except it wasn’t exactly a savior, but his brother. Shrimp gawked, now sure what to say. He always got nervous whenever he saw Psyrus. He was Psyrus after all. The person who is his only brother, gay or not it didn’t matter. He wasn’t sure what to say, or how to ask him for a ride. So he just stared awkwardly.
A few days ago he thought it would be a fun thing trying to scale the school and jump off a vending machine. It wasn’t fun at all. When he tried to jump off he just fell and broke his arm. That’s why he had a lovely cast on his arm with Summer’s sweet words: You’re an idiot. He agreed, but then he thought about Parkour and his thoughts changed completely. Now he just needed a handy dandy buddy to help him out while he does his usual Urban Exploration.
As he fumbled around with his locker a bit, trying to figure out the code. Apparently, time does fly when you act like an idiot. By the time he put his books back in the locker and fixed his half busted book bag the hallways were empty. School had let out a whole ago and Shrimp didn’t even notice.
His book bag was a bit odd, it had holes all over the place. That’s what you get for keeping a book bag for 5 years, his old friends use to warn him. Who cares, he loved it and that’s why he had a belt protecting it so it won’t just disintegrate at the slightest hint of wind. He set off in a random direction sure to find an exit, and then it struck him: The bus already left him. Now he could either find a ride or walk home.
Finally, once he made it outside there was a scatter of students but none seemed to have a car. As he muttered profanities under his breath, and hit some kid with his cast he went off looking around the parking lot. He gave up on that after a good ten minuets and rushed back into the school. He wandered into the library, and found some lone kid looking at a book. Dark hair, big, looking old enough to drive. Perfect target.
Shrimp never had an excellent attention span, and that’s why the book he wanted to read for a while caught his attention: Target. Shrimp picked it up, scanned it and it seemed like it was in good condition. So he checked it out, after this process little kid was out. He muttered more profanities, and the librarian shushed him. He glared at her, and then randomly took a seat. Maybe if he waited a while someone would show up.
He looked like a sad character, just sitting down and searching his book bag. For what? Nothing, just the usual nothing. He just wanted to look busy as he waited. Then, it came in. The doors opened and his savior has come to save his broke ass. Except it wasn’t exactly a savior, but his brother. Shrimp gawked, now sure what to say. He always got nervous whenever he saw Psyrus. He was Psyrus after all. The person who is his only brother, gay or not it didn’t matter. He wasn’t sure what to say, or how to ask him for a ride. So he just stared awkwardly.
