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Date Posted: 19:11:47 06/06/05 Mon In reply to: test 's message, "Test" on 18:25:52 06/06/05 Mon *He was tired of it…all the new schools I mean. This was what the 6th one in less then 8 months? Couldn’t they just get the point already, he wasn’t meant to live a normal life… He should just stop going along with them and their stupid ideas. Just refuse to follow them anymore. He thought about it actually, but they told him next step was being institutionalized. And that couldn’t be pleasant, no? he never seen an institution… but the very word sounded… bad. So he go along with this stupid idea. As long as it kept him out of the stupid institution all was good. It wouldn’t take him long to end up there anyway, he was sure he be thrown out of this place too. He seemed to piss off everyone he met… at least when it came to teachers, or parents. They said he was a smartass and whatnot. He just shrugged it off, had it been his fault they were so dumb? HE hadn’t even wanted to piss anyone off that time, he was just politely pointing out why they were wrong. Guess it was always better to let the teacher make that stupid math test, or make such a blundering error when talking about history. Let the students learn wrong, for god forbid a student corrects you. Maybe it made it worse who the student was… he was the ‘feral child’ after all. Lacked any proper upbringing. That didn’t mean he had to be stupid. He wanted to learn, after all knowledge was power. One can never be free unless they know how to read. Reading will grant you freedom, for if you can’t read, then you will never know when you are being lied too. And in life you are lied to a lot. His intelligence wasn’t the only reason they hated him, no that was just the icing on the cake. They said he was too violent, that he got into way to many fights. But the kids had big mouths, and fighting was so fun. He was good at it. Maybe not so much the hand to hand combat, though he could handle that, but he was amazing with the sword. A talent lost on most of the youth today…. That was his freedom. He never felt more free then when he using it. He sat in the back of the old beat-up station wagon. It was the agencies car, his arm was crossed over the door, his chin resting on it, as he watched the rain drip down the window. He wasn’t listening to the sound of the droning voice in the seat ahead of him, though he wasn’t actually paying attention to the words. The lady had gone on and on about the school, and what was expected of him, on his way here. He had tuned her out a while ago, instead he concentrated on the rain. It was fascinating to him, even after four years, still new. Snapping to attention as his name was snapped at… though instead of listening he cut into what she was saying* “Thought they said I would be ‘free’ at age 18…?” *the woman… he couldn’t remember her name though he was sure she gave it to him, just looked back at him. She looked annoyed at the question, as if that proved he hadn’t been listening to a word she been saying. Looking back to the rode, she let out a sigh* “well…as I was saying. This is a strange case. We are not exactly sure of how old you really are. And we need to place you somewhere…” *he rolled his eyes, attention going back to the water droplets as they fell.. Figures. He never be free. Always stuck under them and their stupid care. Locked in with their dumb logic. They didn’t know how old he was, well he said he was about 14 when the found him, it been 4 years, so that make him about 18. okay so he wasn’t sure, he could be younger, could even be about 16 for all he knew, time wasn’t exactly wasn’t easy to judge when your behind walls all the time. Even his short burst outside, those that allowed him to lead people to the trade not enough. They were only brief things, and very infrequent…. But he wouldn’t share that… no he keep with the fact he is 18… he wanted out of the stupid care of the government. He wanted to be free… once more his thoughts were rattled. He was really making the woman impatient. He made a grunting noise, but paid no attention otherwise. The school had caught his attention… so this was it? this was the place that would either save him or break him? Maybe he could just wander away and disappear. They never have to hear from him again… Maybe he didn’t need to go through with this whole damn thing… right and maybe pigs will sprout wings and learn to fly. Sighing lightly he stepped out of the car. Leaning into grab his bag. The sword was already in its given place at his back. Hidden expertly by the sweatshirt. He went no where with out it. It like a teddy-bear to a 5 year old. Hand reaching up briefly fingers curling around the cool metal he moved forward… He didn’t wait for them instead made his way right to the office. He done it all before he didn’t need them… and he didn’t need their help. Instead he leaned onto the desk, waiting to be noticed* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |