Post by shabazz on Apr 11, 2007 7:19:49 GMT 1
EDIT: OOC: I decided to redo the entire Thread. I wasn't satisfied with it
It was hot. Scorching fucking hot. Sadat sat in the sweaty class room with beads of sweat racing down his face to see who's was first to take the fall of no return. He was staring at the teacher but all he could here is the sounds adults used to make in the old Charlie Brown cartoons. He wanted out, and from the looks of it, so did everyone else. It was all right though because he enjoyed chemistry, science always made him feel like a genius. It was too bad that the heat of the room buzzed around his body like annoying gnats that just don't die after the first hit with the fly swatter.
3:22 P.M
Sadat turned his neck to see if everyone else was as bored as he was. It was then he realized that in his 2 months at being at Hircine High, he has made no friends. He hasn't even made any enemies. The great mine of Sadat Walker was wasting away because he had not a single person to express his views to, well besides the debate club. It was too bad he was the only member at this point.
'Finally'
As Sadat took off his glasses due to them fogging up because of the bastard heat, he squinted at the clock to notice that it was 3:25, although he realized that the bell did the same job of notifying that school was over. He got out of his seat and quickly packed his bag. As he walked out with the school of fish, also known as his classmates, he looked at the hallway and observed the ocean that is the hallway.
'Emptiness'
That's about the only feeling he felt at the time. Everyone was going somewhere, doing something, interacting with each other. It was then that Sadat realized how much of a social life he actually lacked.
As he stood in the middle of the hallway, as the ocean began to cool down and the after school rush hour subsided, he realized that home or the San Francisco Public Library was not someplace he wanted to be.
!!!
An Idea maybe? Indeed, he dug into his backpack and pulled out a popular how to manual series and scurried his way toward the gymnasium. The silence formally at peace was trampled upon by the sound of Sadat's signature De La soul edition SB dunks.
As he made his way into the Gymnasium he was welcomed by more silence. He quickly got rid of him too as his foot steps echoed to the locker room. He quickly opened his locker and put his clothes in his locker, changing into his gym attire. He grabbed some adhesive tape from the shelf in his locker and made his way toward the bench once more, sorry silence, your not having peace for a while...
Boxing for Dummies: A How-To Manual to the sweet science of Boxing.
'I'll start with the jab'
"In order to perfect the jab, excellent hand speed along with endurance is required. Position your handsdgheadhsieh..."
Sadat began to read aloud, his speech turning into mumbling as he read with one arm and put the text into motion in the other.
After reading the entire 30 pages based on the Jab and the different types of Jabs, Sadat took off his shirt, revealing what he lacks in experience, he makes up for in physical prowess. As he rose from the bench he made his way toward his potential foe for the moment: The dreaded Sandbag.
"'Bring my hands in front of me, since I'm a south paw my left hand should be closer to me and my right hand shoulsadheiafh" Sadat once again recited the text and then subsided in to mindless banter.
'And.....Jab!'
WHOOSH
The sandbag made a noise only a boxer would find soothing.
'Jab!'
And yet again the noise repeated itself. It was as if Sadat was doing this for years. His potential was obvious.
'Jab!'
And with that Sadat began to put work on the sandbag.
It was hot. Scorching fucking hot. Sadat sat in the sweaty class room with beads of sweat racing down his face to see who's was first to take the fall of no return. He was staring at the teacher but all he could here is the sounds adults used to make in the old Charlie Brown cartoons. He wanted out, and from the looks of it, so did everyone else. It was all right though because he enjoyed chemistry, science always made him feel like a genius. It was too bad that the heat of the room buzzed around his body like annoying gnats that just don't die after the first hit with the fly swatter.
3:22 P.M
Sadat turned his neck to see if everyone else was as bored as he was. It was then he realized that in his 2 months at being at Hircine High, he has made no friends. He hasn't even made any enemies. The great mine of Sadat Walker was wasting away because he had not a single person to express his views to, well besides the debate club. It was too bad he was the only member at this point.
'Finally'
As Sadat took off his glasses due to them fogging up because of the bastard heat, he squinted at the clock to notice that it was 3:25, although he realized that the bell did the same job of notifying that school was over. He got out of his seat and quickly packed his bag. As he walked out with the school of fish, also known as his classmates, he looked at the hallway and observed the ocean that is the hallway.
'Emptiness'
That's about the only feeling he felt at the time. Everyone was going somewhere, doing something, interacting with each other. It was then that Sadat realized how much of a social life he actually lacked.
As he stood in the middle of the hallway, as the ocean began to cool down and the after school rush hour subsided, he realized that home or the San Francisco Public Library was not someplace he wanted to be.
!!!
An Idea maybe? Indeed, he dug into his backpack and pulled out a popular how to manual series and scurried his way toward the gymnasium. The silence formally at peace was trampled upon by the sound of Sadat's signature De La soul edition SB dunks.
As he made his way into the Gymnasium he was welcomed by more silence. He quickly got rid of him too as his foot steps echoed to the locker room. He quickly opened his locker and put his clothes in his locker, changing into his gym attire. He grabbed some adhesive tape from the shelf in his locker and made his way toward the bench once more, sorry silence, your not having peace for a while...
Boxing for Dummies: A How-To Manual to the sweet science of Boxing.
'I'll start with the jab'
"In order to perfect the jab, excellent hand speed along with endurance is required. Position your handsdgheadhsieh..."
Sadat began to read aloud, his speech turning into mumbling as he read with one arm and put the text into motion in the other.
After reading the entire 30 pages based on the Jab and the different types of Jabs, Sadat took off his shirt, revealing what he lacks in experience, he makes up for in physical prowess. As he rose from the bench he made his way toward his potential foe for the moment: The dreaded Sandbag.
"'Bring my hands in front of me, since I'm a south paw my left hand should be closer to me and my right hand shoulsadheiafh" Sadat once again recited the text and then subsided in to mindless banter.
'And.....Jab!'
WHOOSH
The sandbag made a noise only a boxer would find soothing.
'Jab!'
And yet again the noise repeated itself. It was as if Sadat was doing this for years. His potential was obvious.
'Jab!'
And with that Sadat began to put work on the sandbag.