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Date Posted: 08:19:28 04/21/02 Sun
Author: sean terris
Subject: i think im alone now..

Menacing adolescent evades civilization by fleeing to the peace of the uninhabited dormitory, collapsing inelegantly upon his bed, simply to rise instants later to repossess his head phone and CD player, CD�s, and a photo album from his second to last dresser drawer. Groping with the CD player for sparse moments, he inserts a burned CD and whips on the song, words from Bare Naked Lady, Falling For the First Time exploding into his hearing while he stares down at the unfastened volume, flicking through sheets of discarded images until he comes across the �Eris� section where abundant photos of him with Eris and from time to time with Lobo clutters the pages.

His spirit twists excruciatingly and he blinks in perplexity, suspiciously closing and locking the hardback, gazing at his comforter unblinkingly, his contemplation escorting him around the planet and back again. God do I hate Celeste�she�s just a bitch who doesn�t deserve anyone�s time of day.� Okay, so he has had this confidential bitterness against the girl for an extended while now, but it promoted when she scarcely imagined him significant enough to provide him with a second glance, although he can�t seem to rest his finger on why he�d crave for her to present him the time of day. She was gorgeous, but had by no means trapped his notice before, and almost certainly won�t ever again�just a spur of the moment idea when his emotions were in snarls did he perceive that she doesn�t appear to worry in relation to him.

Yeah, not a person essentially offered the inkling they did care these days. He makes do with sniggering absentmindedly at this thought. Great, now you�re working on a mental guilt trip and talking to yourself�at least it�s not aloud. Careful now, Sean�soon you�ll find yourself at a mental asylum where no amount of money can get you out�hell, maybe you�ll even find yourself having a mental breakdown�now that�d be amusing.� Yes, his relatively alarming sense of comedy gets the better of him and he discovers himself capable to flick through pictures of the heavenly purity he deserted for the warped planet of recognition where nothing is what it appears devoid of so much as a double take�and each picture transports a delightful recollection in which to relish. His humming presently commences, �saying� the terms lacking genuine vocalization. Experiencing improved emotion he twists onto his back, speculating if he should strive to prepare for Quidditch, but he discards that design the instant it pierces his mentality. There would be people at the Sports Field�and that�s something he wasn�t in the disposition to confront.

Nonetheless, he rapidly uncovers that low energy is obtaining the better of him and his eyelids are multiplying in weight in spite of the rumbling clamor resounding in his skull. CD player is flicked off and he stores the diminutive motorized machine back in his drawer below generally pristine outfits as well as his CDs. His photo album is in addition with sensitivity deposited where no snooping eyes can expose it. Sighing he resolves upon his bed, considering �reawakening� and recovering a light layer and slithering into measly boxers, but the contemplation is jadedly judged useless as the form of Julian Emberson, the young man that he had endeavored to disregard, furtively interferes with his thoughts. With a smothered moan he rolls over, visualizing the same dream about the aged dwelling on the mound that constantly tries to consume him with memories, and now the danger of Julian Emberson placing two and two as one and exposing his confidential is his mainly panicky nightmare.

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[> adding something... -- sean terris, 09:02:20 04/21/02 Sun

The trouncing boy shrieks out in terror in his slumber, nearly more terrified of Julian's repugnance in him then the remainder of humankind learning his undisclosed.

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[> [> a world without anger.. -- sean terris, 06:53:24 04/22/02 Mon

The boy rouses in a chilly panic and erratically rises, simply one solitary objective in his intellect�to saunter away his uncertainties and suspicions with his lone cohort at his flank. He exits to repossess Lobo and then is off to the beach to empty his mind with the odor of saline water.

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