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Post by android21 on Nov 22, 2007 10:59:50 GMT -5
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Wandering. He was getting good at that. All the 'teenager' did nowadays was wander. He had no direction, half the time he wondered if he had a purpose. Now, it seemed he was almost lost, out in the middle of a giant grassy field. With a sigh, the teenager flopped down onto his back, looking strait up. His almost grey blue eyes showed sadness while he watched the clouds go by above him with the light breeze. Hands holding his head and short black hair off the ground, his thin body just spread out. Black Tennis shoes, blue jeans, red polo shirt, and a sleeveless black leather jacket, all pressed into the grass.
Over a year. He had been depressed like this for over an entire year, all because of what he learned he was. The answer was on the back of his jacket, that stupid sideways red hourglass, with the two white Rs in either triangle.
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