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Date Posted: Mon, Oct 25 2004, 3:58pm PDT
Author: Ethan McArthur
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Yes I've become a rock and roll cliché
Because I'm looking for revenge


Talk about a warped sense of reality - or how about no sense of reality? When you're five years old and your parents send you to a prestigious boarding school, and you don't leave - save for the occasional weekend getaway, and summers in whichever exotic country his mama and father had decided on for that year - until you graduate at the age of eighteen, and then you spend the next two years in the tourist-town of Torremolinos on the Costa del Sol of Spain 'working' as a dishwasher and chef, and then you come here to this place... How could anyone expect a kid on the verge of his twenty-first birthday to be anywhere near normal? Thankfully, he had the training to know how to act ordinary, but the moment he opened his mouth, he had a tendacy to sound anything but. Hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans - a slightly fitted designer-style and faded to perfection to look well-worn, though they had likely been worn only a couple times - he kicked at the pebbles in his path on his way towards the lodge, something of an unhappy pout darkening his features and his brilliant icey gaze even cooler than usual on his Puma-clad toes. He could not for the life of him understand why he was here. His parents had abandonned him when he was just out of infancy - of course they didn't see it like that, and he hadn't either until he had come up with that genius argument to use when they tried to tell him that he should come here to begin his post-secondary schooling, obviously he had lost that battle this time around - so he had no idea why now they felt like they wanted or needed him around now. He could think of a million better places that he could be living and learning - warm places, with beautiful foreign women, and the finest luxuries... A low sigh slipped from his gently parted lips and one hand ran through his hair, then down his face - making a mental note to shave off his scruff one of these days - as he finally slowed his saunter to a halt in front of the building and turned his eyes upwards to take it all it. So this was it - somehow, someway, he had to make it worth his while to be here...



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