Post by hotblooded on Feb 9, 2007 13:56:38 GMT 1
"GOOOOOOOD...today is so boring"
After a few outbursts in class, two warnings a punch to the face I found myself outside on the roof. Yawning loudly and complaining on how boring the day is. My white button up shirt was undone as I stood up, the wind blowing my shirt out behind me as I let the cool breeze touch my skin. A white strip of bandage was over my nose, an old looking army helmet was on my head, sitting loosely. My grey school pants, pressed down the center fluttered slightly, as my right hand, scratched my nether regions. On both wrists were two white, red and black sweat bands.
My eyes were closed as I swayed slightly before falling to the ground, resting my head on the helmet. Almost falling asleep. My shoes and socks had been kicked off and now sat a fair way away, not far from the door. I looked at the sky as a flock of crows flew past, my breathing falling into a rythmic pattern, one that bordered on sleeping rythym. Another loud yawn, another complaint of the boringness of it all. I cracked my fingers as I spoke out loud again.
"Wont something happen...its SOO BOOORING!"
After a few outbursts in class, two warnings a punch to the face I found myself outside on the roof. Yawning loudly and complaining on how boring the day is. My white button up shirt was undone as I stood up, the wind blowing my shirt out behind me as I let the cool breeze touch my skin. A white strip of bandage was over my nose, an old looking army helmet was on my head, sitting loosely. My grey school pants, pressed down the center fluttered slightly, as my right hand, scratched my nether regions. On both wrists were two white, red and black sweat bands.
My eyes were closed as I swayed slightly before falling to the ground, resting my head on the helmet. Almost falling asleep. My shoes and socks had been kicked off and now sat a fair way away, not far from the door. I looked at the sky as a flock of crows flew past, my breathing falling into a rythmic pattern, one that bordered on sleeping rythym. Another loud yawn, another complaint of the boringness of it all. I cracked my fingers as I spoke out loud again.
"Wont something happen...its SOO BOOORING!"