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| Topic Started: Jan 31 2007, 03:07 PM (256 Views) | ||
| Fordy | Jan 31 2007, 03:07 PM Post #1 | |
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ain't no new thing
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(Sorry if this sucks, been awhile.) Tim awoke lazily to the buzzing of the electronic alarm clock. Another school day . . . A few minutes later, he finally began his walk down the hall to a quick breakfast, when an unfamiliar sight played out on his glasses. A full breakfast? He hadnt seen this since last summer. He sat down to his pancakes to, with just a bit of syrup, and began to eat. He was too hungry to question the large amount of food. His Mom sat across the table. His Dad surely had started the decent sized commute to the lab. He fixed the computers. His brothers were still asleep, and hour more until there school day began. The family Torchic was hungrily nibbling on some Poketreats. As he finished his pancakes, he began to sit up. You should finish as much as you can. You might need the extra energy, thats a long trip to the Lab, said his Mom. He almost choked right there. What a way that would have been to go, huh? I almost forgot! He immediately began to scrape the remaining crumbs off the plate. Then he reached for the cup, but stopped as his Mom spoke. Better hurry, said his Mom. Five minutes and you have to be leaving. He stepped up, grabbed his cup, and took a big gulp. He swished the remaining liquid, staring longingly at the remaining contents. Hurry! There is little time to waste, said his Mom. He set down the cup. I spilled drinks so many times doing that, with a little disgust. They exchanged a quick hug, and he began to walk to the door, grabbing his backpack along the way. He knew he would have very few trips back to the place where he had spent much of his sixteen year-long life. Some would have hated such a boring life. But Tim knew that he was lucky to not have the lives of some others. Then, he realized, I cant keep thinking of this old, ordinary life. I need to focus. He scared himself slightly, so quick to give it all up. But this was much more important, he knew. His brow furrowed in thought, he turned for the door, for maybe his last time. |
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| KJ Edge | Feb 1 2007, 12:01 AM Post #2 | |
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Donatello
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His mother, being one of those mothers who were efficient homemaking machines and knew how to prepare for bumbling sons that liked to sleep in, had managed put Tim's training gear into his backpack that he so hastily ran off with, without even bothering to check the contents of. Inside there was 1000z :bling, a poketch, and escape rope, 3 charges, blahblahblah. |
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How are you doing that with your mouth?
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