Post by Brad Kavanagh on Jan 12, 2008 2:43:25 GMT 1
Activity was the only world that Brad Kavanagh could apply to the Courtyard. Even in his own recollections, he had completely forgotten how busy the place could actually get during lunchtime. Normally he would be in the cafeteria eating all of the unbarring food that they always served, but he wasn't exactly in the best of moods. Brad wiped his eyes slightly, yawning loudly. "God damn..." he told himself, completely under his breath. "Why did I stay up late last night? I really had no reason. I knew I had school the next day, and yet I still stayed up... I don't understand it."
Brad wasn't feeling too prim and proper, although jailbait such as him aren't exactly the nicest people. Brad in particular was having a huge pain in his temple, which was the one place he really didn't want to have any pain in. It was making him slightly irritated as he brushed his hand against is forehead, grunting loudly. Then again, the pain in his head wasn't the only thing that was troubling him. There were many different things on his mind that he really didn't have much luck with, and everything was jumbled in his brain.
First of all, he had looked desperately for someone that was familiar to him. It didn't even matter if it was someone he didn't exactly get along with, he really just wanted to see someone. Of course his efforts towards this were to no avail. Everyone seemed so... different. None of them were even vaguely familiar. Maybe he wasn't exactly looking hard enough. Maybe he should stop looking in the hallways and check the library.
Wow... now that I think about it... this place hasn't changed one damn bit. The image in my mind was completely correct... but, that might not be such a good thing. Some people could still be assholes around here. I guess it'll take some time...
Brad took his glasses off of his nose, wiping each lens with the cloth from his shirt to clean them off. He lifted them into the sky, trying to see if they were completely clean or not. These things get dirty very quickly. No matter how many times I clean them off, they're still dirty... I don't understand it... maybe I'm not supposed to
Brad wasn't feeling too prim and proper, although jailbait such as him aren't exactly the nicest people. Brad in particular was having a huge pain in his temple, which was the one place he really didn't want to have any pain in. It was making him slightly irritated as he brushed his hand against is forehead, grunting loudly. Then again, the pain in his head wasn't the only thing that was troubling him. There were many different things on his mind that he really didn't have much luck with, and everything was jumbled in his brain.
First of all, he had looked desperately for someone that was familiar to him. It didn't even matter if it was someone he didn't exactly get along with, he really just wanted to see someone. Of course his efforts towards this were to no avail. Everyone seemed so... different. None of them were even vaguely familiar. Maybe he wasn't exactly looking hard enough. Maybe he should stop looking in the hallways and check the library.
Wow... now that I think about it... this place hasn't changed one damn bit. The image in my mind was completely correct... but, that might not be such a good thing. Some people could still be assholes around here. I guess it'll take some time...
Brad took his glasses off of his nose, wiping each lens with the cloth from his shirt to clean them off. He lifted them into the sky, trying to see if they were completely clean or not. These things get dirty very quickly. No matter how many times I clean them off, they're still dirty... I don't understand it... maybe I'm not supposed to