He removed the head phones from his jacket pocket. It was torn. He had a tape deck in the other hand. It was cheap. Probaly, too cheap. He had very few casette tapes, but usually recorded his own music on them. His right hand hurt. His watch was stopping the flow of blood to his fingers. It was painful.
It was pouring outside, and this is where we start. It was outside of Seattle, in a small suburb. It was either very early in the morning, or perhaps it was very late at night. It doesnt matter. He put the head phones on.
I am Here for:
There was a boy walking in the downpour. Cars would drive by and try to avoid him walking in the street. He was soaked, every part of him. Hands, feet, hair, eyes. He had mid-length hair, and hazel eyes. Cut off gloves made of warm wool. Two shirts, and a tattered leather jacket. He was walking. Walking farther into the void. Away from the sun, either peering out or trying to sleep. We know that it was very dark. Clouds seemed angry.
Hobbies:
20 minutes have now passed. He now enters a local convience store.
"Hello." The store clerk seemed awake. Amazing.
The boy removed his headphones.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" He replied.
"Oh, I just said hello, that's all."
"Well, hello to you too."
Favorite Movies:
"Anything I can help you with?"
"Just looking. Don't really know what I want yet."
Favorite TV Shows:
"Two-dollars and thirty-three cents."
The boy dug in his pockets. The left jeans pocket contained a bill. It was a five.
The money was wet, but it shouldnt deface the value.
Favorite Music:
"Two-dollars and sixty seven cents is your change."
He handed the bills first, and poured the change on top. The boy always wondered why they did it this way. The change would usually tip over. Sometimes it would fall on the ground.
Favorite Books:
The boy stuffed the candy bar into his jacket pocket, and cracked open the soda. He took a quick drink, and the bubbles seemed to bounce on his tongue and down his throat. Even though the soda was chilled, it seemed to warm his insides. He capped the drink, and walked back out into the rain.
I Love:
He walked another 20 minutes back home. The dog greeted him halfway down the driveway. The rain seemed to be ceasing. The rain again, once failed to drown the earth. The dog seemed just as wet as the boy. He was happy to have someone to play with. The boy was exhausted.
I Hate:
The boy fumbled keys in his left jacket pocket. There were only two keys. One for the front door, and one for the locked box under his bed. He inserted the key very slowly, and progressed turning to the right. Slowly, slowly. Too fast would produce a loud 'click', but slowly would dampen the effect. An almost muffled 'click' seemed to produce, and the boy slowly turned the knob. Thankfully that did not produce much noise.
