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Post by JAMES KENNEDY MACEN on Feb 4, 2011 21:19:31 GMT -8
 i said maybe you're going to
be the one who saves me
a n d a f t e r a l l y o u ' r e m y w o n d e r w a l l [/i][/color][/font][/center] James was lonely, and tired. He'd woken up pretty early and just decided to walk around like Norman no-mates. His mom and dad were out, leaving the house in an eerie silence that he didn't like. He'd left the house so that he wouldn't have to sit alone. James liked being alone, he just liked being alone in a setting that didn't give him the heebies. It wasn't that his home gave him the heebies, he just didn't like to be in it alone. Sure it was strange, but he never claimed to be a normal person. He didn't even know what normal was since there was no way he was one. He wasn't out being a hoodlum, getting drunk, doing drugs, and he sure as hell wasn't out having rough sex with all the men he could.
He was heading towards the forest, somewhere that had a perfect balance in traffic. There weren't a lot of annoying people who decided to wander down the paths on a Saturday morning. The only people that dared to tread upon these worn paths, were those that didn't spend Friday getting completely plastered. who didn't spend time killing precious braincells that would come in handy at some point in life. James had never participated in that tomfoolery, his father always said he was born old. He spent his time reading books instead of smoking. He found that it was just so much easier to live through the characters in a book. They were often predictable, people weren't. It was sort of scary, you could never be sure what was going to happen, not that he was paranoid. James actually liked people, they were just.. scary. Some people were okay, some people he liked that they were unpredictable, but at the same time he liked stability.
James had his book in his hand, the one he'd just grabbed this morning. He hadn't gone looking for a new book, he hadn't really wanted to. Rereading was nice, he always found details that he'd never noticed before. It was cool finding symbols and foreshadowing he never noticed before. Knowing what was going to happen was cool too, it made him feel like an almighty God. Perhaps that thought was a little blasphemous, but he didn't care. It wasn't as if he thought he was, he just felt like a God. He bit his lip, if his grandmother heard him thinking such things he'd get smacked. James shuddered a little. That woman was the scariest old bat that ever did walk the earth. She could make a Nazi soldier soil their pants. His Granny was scary.
The teenage boy slid between trees until he settled for a place with the most grass coverage. It was a spot that would cause the least amount of staining to his jeans. James wandered over to the spot slowly, it wasn't like a parking space, he didn't expect someone to zoom in and take it. He took one last sweep of the location before planting himself onto the grass. His book was placed carefully on the grass so that he could get completely situated before he cracked it open. When he was settled he picked it up and began to read.
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Post by ATTICUS AMORY CHOPIN on Feb 5, 2011 9:15:00 GMT -8
YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES if ten million fireflies lit upTHE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP Saturday morning had rolled around once more, and what did this mean for Atticus Chopin? Well that was simple enough. It was a day where he woke up extra early to escape his house before his parents had the chance to attack him with their lashing words. The weekend brought the days that both of his parents were at home, and it was typically hell for Atticus. So in other words, he gave up the chance of sleeping in early to escape while he had the chance. Nearly every Saturday morning he woke up around eight, got ready, and fled the house around nine. From that point, it varied what he did. However, he always made it a point to stay hidden away from his parents for the whole day.
Typically, Atticus’ Saturday began with him walking to his favorite little bakery in downtown Greenville. He discovered that walking throughout his Saturday spent more time than driving around. The people at the bakery always knew what Atticus wanted, a hot spearmint tea and a blueberry scone. From there, Atticus always made his way to the forest. On Saturday mornings that seemed to be one of the easiest places to hide away in with a good book, tea, and a scone. Today, the book he had tucked away in his backpack was To Kill a Mockingbird. This was Atticus’ favorite book, and he typically reread it at least once or twice a year. After all, Atticus was named after one of the book’s main characters.
Atticus sighed a bit as he dodged among a few of the trees in the forest. It was always easy to find a secluded spot here…however we he slipped around one of the trees his gaze fell upon an individual who was sitting in the grass seemingly entranced in his open book. Atticus froze for a moment and dodged back behind the tree. He knew who that person was, it was James. Yes, James his best friend, but lately Atticus had been rather confused about James. To put it simply, Atticus thought James was wonderful…and quite cute, but he couldn’t actually like James in any other way than a friend…right? These were the thoughts that Atticus was constantly fighting with when he was around James, and even sometimes when he wasn’t.
A deep breath was taken before Atticus walked back around the tree and casually walked over to James, pausing about a foot in front of him. “Umm…hey James. Odd to run into you here…” Atticus glanced around in a nervous manner before looking back down to James. “Would you like...perhaps mind if I joined you? I have a big blanket and stuff we can sit on. You know…no stains and stuff.” Atticus felt that he was about to start rambling…this was not a good sign. “And like I have a scone you can have half of and…well yeah..” He nervously fiddled with his hands before turning his gaze to the grass at his feet. “Or I can leave and stuff. I do not want to interrupt your reading…” His gaze darted up at James for a moment before fumbling back downwards to the grass.
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Post by JAMES KENNEDY MACEN on Feb 6, 2011 12:48:55 GMT -8
James had first read this book back when he didn't understand any of it. He didn't understand the themes behind it or the drugs that were in it. He'd read it back when he was truly innocent. Middle school had been the bridge between the pure ignorance of elementary school and how tainted he'd become in high school. Middle school was when he'd read this book, he'd liked the lime-green cover and how the cover was organized. James had even loved what had been written on the back, not that it had sold him on it. Even in middle school he'd fallen in love with it, now he knew what it was about. No matter what he was glad that he'd picked it up as a naive pre-teen. It being written in the form of letters made it even better, even though he didn't really like it at first. It had grown on him, which was good. He wouldn't have it any other way.
He memorized the page number before shutting his book. His eyes shifted skyward as he looked up at the bare trees. Looking at them sometimes made him wish that he could climb trees, not that that'd ever happen. James wasn't good with climbing anything that wasn't a ladder or a set of stairs, trees were neither of those. They were taller and scarier, not that ladders and stairs weren't scary. He'd heard about people falling down to their deaths, but you didn't think of those things when faced with them, with trees you were. It probably had to do with the fact that trees weren't something that were often climbed. It seemed that the only people who climbed them were coordinated and fearless. He was only partially coordinated and definitely not fearless. James was scared of a lot of things, actually. Falling down and rejection just happened to be two of those things.
His eyes moved back down to the clean, white pages of his book. He always took really good care of his books. James thought that dog-earing pages was just a terrible idea, it just looked like it ruined the pages. It made the pages look like they belonged in a library books. James, once again, became distracted from his book. This time, however, it wasn't due to his thoughts, it was due to a familiar view. He caught onto a pair of shoes, followed by a pair of legs and a body. The face, and the other appendages belonged to his friend Atticus. James blushed a little, although it could have been blamed on the coolish air. "Hey." James said, biting his lip gently. It was safe to say that James had a bit of a crush on his older companion. "I come here sometimes because I do." he stated awkwardly, mentally hurting himself. Why did he say that? That explained nothing.
A smile crawled across his slightly pink face. "You can join me. It can get pretty lonely being by yourself." he said, closing his book again. James didn't mind being alone, but he didn't want Atticus to go away. He bit his lip again. "Honestly, I don't mind." he added, smiling up at the other boy.
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