Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2013 18:57:13 GMT -8
Leo was in bit of a dilemma. He badly wanted to sit back and delve into a book he’d gotten for Christmas, but his stomach was making noises and felt as if it was being turned inside out. Foooodddd… Leo jumped as he nearly heard it groan. What time was it again? The boy looked down at his watch, surprised how fast his Sunday had been spent up. Tomorrow, he’d have to go back to class and continue on with school. He habitually ran a hand through his already mussed up brown locks before walking toward the cafeteria; book swinging by in his hand.
He offered one of the lunch ladies his usual quiet smile before asking in an even quieter voice for an apple and some water. After paying for them, he took them gladly over to a table near the still remaining sun and bit right into his apple. His stomach immediately went silent. With that, the boy took it as satisfaction and opened up his novel. As he began to read, Leo was surprised he was letting his mind wander around. Soon, it was no longer about the story, it was about life.
Leo wondered if it was normal to be sitting all by himself on the weekend, with a novel as his companion and eating an apple as if he was in some sort of story. He raised a brow at this thought – was he bad at being social? Perhaps… Avery was always better at that end of the teenage spectrum. He simply didn’t want all the drama and distractions that came with forming relationships or so Leo told himself this. Finally Leo resorted to some sort of broken hope - he sat and sat, and sipped and bit, and looked, waiting for some kind of distraction to save him from his boredom.
He offered one of the lunch ladies his usual quiet smile before asking in an even quieter voice for an apple and some water. After paying for them, he took them gladly over to a table near the still remaining sun and bit right into his apple. His stomach immediately went silent. With that, the boy took it as satisfaction and opened up his novel. As he began to read, Leo was surprised he was letting his mind wander around. Soon, it was no longer about the story, it was about life.
Leo wondered if it was normal to be sitting all by himself on the weekend, with a novel as his companion and eating an apple as if he was in some sort of story. He raised a brow at this thought – was he bad at being social? Perhaps… Avery was always better at that end of the teenage spectrum. He simply didn’t want all the drama and distractions that came with forming relationships or so Leo told himself this. Finally Leo resorted to some sort of broken hope - he sat and sat, and sipped and bit, and looked, waiting for some kind of distraction to save him from his boredom.