Post by Andrew Lawrenson on Jan 2, 2006 7:41:54 GMT 7
-- Torn, tatty red plaid pants, a loosely buttoned up white shirt, with a black undershirt could be seen. These clothes wer eon top of a young student, with dark eyes, and black hair spiked around everywhere. A glint of silver could be seen from his left ear, and around his neck as he moved through the corridors with a stoice yet brooding gait. His eyes scanning every student that walked by, old and new. They looked at him with disregard and disgust...as a young student older than he but still young said something a flicker of a smile crossed his face. Andrew flicked his hand, raising his middle finger at the kid and at the same time giving him a telekenetic push into the nearby wall.
-- "I dont like this place...I want out"
-- Andrew said to himself in his australian accent, Andrew was heading back to his dorm for no other reason than for solitude. He ran his left hand through his spked hair and continued walking onwards when he felt a burst of pain split through his spine. Andrew new that he was out matched and continued on. Soon eh rounded a corner and went into the toilets, the boy he had pushed before had sent some kind of power surge or something at him. A quick scan over his body showed he was not injured, well everything but his pride.
-- Andrew slumped down onto his haunches after splashing his face with cold water, he did not need this from some preppy bastard. Andrew roughed up his hair with his left hand cursed himself mentally. From out of his pocket he pulled a small crumpled photo of him, his aunt and uncle and the farm. It was the first time he had ridden a horse, his smile spread from ear to ear. Andrew now, was not smiling but looking longingly for those moments again. He slid it back into his pocket, stood up and walked out of the bathroom. A dark llok on his face but his eyes showed his sadness.
-- "I dont like this place...I want out"
-- Andrew said to himself in his australian accent, Andrew was heading back to his dorm for no other reason than for solitude. He ran his left hand through his spked hair and continued walking onwards when he felt a burst of pain split through his spine. Andrew new that he was out matched and continued on. Soon eh rounded a corner and went into the toilets, the boy he had pushed before had sent some kind of power surge or something at him. A quick scan over his body showed he was not injured, well everything but his pride.
-- Andrew slumped down onto his haunches after splashing his face with cold water, he did not need this from some preppy bastard. Andrew roughed up his hair with his left hand cursed himself mentally. From out of his pocket he pulled a small crumpled photo of him, his aunt and uncle and the farm. It was the first time he had ridden a horse, his smile spread from ear to ear. Andrew now, was not smiling but looking longingly for those moments again. He slid it back into his pocket, stood up and walked out of the bathroom. A dark llok on his face but his eyes showed his sadness.