YOU'RE ALL I SEE *

[CALEB ALEXANDER CHEVALIER]

Caleb's eyes nervously flickered around the class room, just waiting for the bell to ring.

Today just wasn't a good day for him. It was one of those days where he regretted dragging himself out of bed, getting up and greeting the day. He could care less if he ever woke up again, but it was grades, that made him get up. He had to be perfect for his parents to love him, he thought that maybe, if he did good, maybe everything at home would be better. They wouldn't yell at him and tell him that he wasn't worth it. That, right there is what woke him up. Hah. Welcome to a day in the life of Caleb Chevalier. His days mostly started like this. It was a sad existence for such a caring little boy. He didn't deserve any of this, but it was what he was getting, but Caleb couldn't open his eyes and see he was being treated unfairly.

With a sigh, he flicked his eyes to the clock.

Five minutes more... He could do this.

Last period was one of his bigger classes, which obviously made him nervous. He tried to keep his attention on the creepy man he was forced to call teacher, but it seemed his attention wanted to be on the fact that there were so many people in the room. He could feel their eyes on him, though that wasn't the case. They had so much more better things to do than keep their attention on Caleb. Some of them, and only some of them, were trying to get grades, some of them, most of them, had their minds on drugs or sex or what they were going to do after class. Then, there were the kids like Caleb, who couldn't keep focused before their minds were drifting off to other things.

Caleb was soon woken up by the sound of the bell. He sank into his seat, waiting on everyone to rush out. He felt someone bump into him, causing him to jump. "Uhm... Sorry..." the blonde girl said, giving him a look like he was a freak. Caleb's eyes were as wide as the Nile as he didn't respond. She walked off and Caleb sighed. Why the hell could he not get out a simple 'it's okay'? He really needed to work on that, though he had no idea how to do it. He watched as the crowd seemed to thin out and slowly got up, putting his book in his bag and throwing it over his shoulder.

He was the last person out of the room. Like always.

He bit his lip as he had to make his way through the crowded halls. His air felt restricted, like he couldn't breathe, but he kept walking. If he kept this up, he was going to have to use his inhaler again, which was not an abnormal thing for Caleb. He was extremely asthmatic and the littlest things could set him off. He got out of the school was quick as he could. His eyes were set on the soccer Field. Caleb had his ball with him in his bag like always. Although he was mostly the goalie on his team, he still needed to practice taking some shots... And plus, he hadn't played on a real team in about a year. Asthma was getting in the way.

Caleb hadn't gotten to chance to play soccer in forever, and now here he was, in the open field, playing until his heart was content. He was pretty sure he had lost some of his skills, but that was okay, he could make them up in no time. With a quick shot into the empty goal, he sighed, knowing he would have to fish the ball out. He walked down to the empty goal which seemed to take forever and fished the ball out of the tangled net. He was pretty sure they were created so it made it hard to give the ball back, because he was having trouble. The net finally gave the ball back to him and he dropped it on the ground, dribbling it to the other side and stopping it, before shooting it in from the defense line.

He was beginning to discover that playing by yourself wasn't all that enthralling.

but hey, he had nothing better to do with his time.

His next shot was way off. It went right of the goal and about twenty feet past it. Caleb sighed and went after it. Once he finally got there, he picked it up, only to discover that his breathing was starting to shallow out. He growled and sat down. He couldn't do anything without going into a coughing fit. It was frustrating for the seventeen year old. He wanted to be a normal kid, but no, he had to be one of the diseased ones, which made it hard to do anything.

Sitting in the middle of the field, the French boy took a deep breath and stood up.

He was determined to not let this ruin his life.

This post is complete and tagged for Atti. Caleb is wearing this and rocking it. Credit goes to katie(andhearts) at caution 2.0 for the lyrics. All I have to say about this post is HAVE FUN!

[ATTICUS AMORY CHOPIN]

stop there and let me correct it ,
i wanna live a life from a new perspective

Atticus excelled in all of his classes…there was no doubt about this. He was simply a brilliant individual who had worked hard his whole life to be the best that he could be, and that included the time during his schooling. However, if there was one subject that Atticus seemed to excel in it would have to be English, especially when he was reading and analyzing literature. There was something about novels and writings that simply made him feel so excited. Through novels, he was capable of putting himself in the shoes of someone else and living vicariously through their actions and thoughts. This was Atticus’ dream world. He could spend all day reading and only pause for potty breaks and food, but this is of course not a good way to spend all of one’s time, especially when his parents wanted him to do so many things to make himself better than everyone else.

The hands on the clock seemed to fly by as he sat listening to his English teacher lecture upon To Kill a Mockingbird. This was, in many ways, one of Atticus’ favorite books of all time. After all, he was named after one of the major characters in the book, and he had named his new puppy after the main character Scout. Basically, he had found so many wonderful themes and life lessons in that book, and he had already read it several times. He was actually shocked that it was his junior year and they were just now studying this fabulous book. Sure, he had already read this book so many times, but he still listened to the teacher speak with the utmost focus and curiosity. Literature is one of those subjects that Atti could talk about forever and never get bored of it.

When the bell rang, Atticus actually jumped a bit in shock. He had not been expecting that. His gaze darted up to the clock, and he was surprised to discover that it was actually time to escape school for the day. He quickly packed up his stuff and made his way out of the classroom and joined the mass of students filling the hallways. Everyone was eager to get out of the school, except for Atti. He was one of those people who avoided his home as much as he could. His parents nagged him far too much and they constantly got into arguments, so he typically found anything possible to do so that he did not have to return home until it was absolutely necessary. Today, Atticus figured it may be a little fun to go out to the soccer field and kick a few balls and such. He hadn’t had much time to practice, he had been volunteering quite a bit around the city.

It was this thought that lead Atticus to the soccer field with his soccer ball tucked neatly under his arm. He whistled softly as he went, the lecture on a wonderful piece of literature had put him in a good mood and he didn’t see anyone else heading to the soccer field, so he may get lucky and be able to practice alone without any interruptions. Of course, this could not be the truth, as he rounded the baseball field he could see an unmoving speck in the middle of the soccer field. Even from here he could tell it was a person…looked like his day could not continue to go perfectly to plan. Atticus sighed softly in slight disappointment.

However, as Atticus got close to the field he recognized the individual at the center of it. A lovely smile crept across Atticus’ lips as he realized the speck had been Caleb. He had just recently met Caleb, and the two had sort of hit it off. Sure, Atticus would still not consider him a great friend, but they seemed to be heading in that direction. As Atti got closer, he heard the coughing, and Caleb did not look so well. His smile melted into a slight frown as he sped up his pace. He watched Caleb stand with a look of concern on his face just as he reached the semi-friend.

“Umm...Caleb? Are you okay..? That coughing did not exactly sound pleasant.” Atti managed a small smile then. “Oh… and hey by the way. Sometimes I tend to ramble before I even say hello.” He laughed softly as he glanced to the soccer ball Caleb had been using, and he grinned a little bit more. Atticus was not aware that Caleb played soccer…that was faintly cute. Wait, what was he thinking? He quickly shook his head as if to clear it before dropping his ball onto the ground near his feet. He then placed his hands on his hips as he stared Caleb down. “I had kind of been hoping I would get the field alone…but it seems that since you’re here you could perhaps make some decent competition. Can you play well?” He awaited for the answer, and while he was still grinning happily, his eyes betrayed the worry he had for his possible new epic friend.

you come along because i love your face ,
and i'll admire your expensive taste
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