Post by aaron on Sept 4, 2009 9:26:43 GMT -6
Was there anything worse than detention? Well, yes, if you asked Aaron Kilbourne at this very moment. Detention that ensured he missed track practice was, well, a fate worse than death. He was itching to run. Instead, he was trapped here. For something he didn’t even do. ... Okay, so that was a lie. He did do it. But he hadn’t started it. Honestly, he hadn’t. Of course, his teacher hadn’t been inclined to believe that his fist had found its’ way to the other kid’s face of its’ own accord. It had had a little something to do with the fact that a certain word had left the kid’s mouth. And it had been used against someone Aaron happened to care about. Word to the wise – bad mouting Shawn was a bad idea. It didn’t matter who you were.
Stuck in detention, away from his teammates, you might think that Aaron was rethinking his impulsive nature. But no, he wasn’t. When he weighed protecting Shawn against missing practice, well... Shawn won, every time.
Aaron stared at the ceiling, the end of his pen in his mouth. His iPod earbuds were wedged tightly in his ears, blaring music he was sure no one else wanted to hear. Currently going was Linkin Park’s Numb off of his “I’m Pissed Off” playlist. He wondered absently what Shawn was doing. He’d said he’d wait for him inthe art room, that he had a project to work on. He was probably just hiding until Aaron was released. Fuck, he though, teeth clicking on the plastic sheath of the pen. Detention blows, he decided. Being kept prisoner, without even a cute girl in sight. Torture, that’s what this was. Child abuse. Not that anyone here would care about his analysis.
Really, he should be using his time to do something productive. Catch up on homework, think about why he was here in the first place (which he had done – it didn’t have much to it), or maybe sleep. He glanced at the clock. Had it really only been ten minutes? It seemed that a lot more time had passed. In his pocket, his cell phone buzzed. Without thinking twice, Aaron pulled it out and read the text message. Cant finde my iking pen. U cee it? It took him a moment to realize what Shawn meant. He quickly tapped a reply. You told me to tell you that you took it out of your art kit and put it in your backpack. It’s in the zipped pouch on the front. He sent that, tapping his foot as he waited for the inevitable. After a few moments, the reply came. Thanx. Cee u whin u get owt. Aaron smiled. If only all life’s problems were so easy. He eyed the clock again. Fifteen minutes gone. How many more to go?
Notes: Open to anyone! :3 Anyone feel like getting themselves in trouble?
And I'm sorry it's short - Aaron's new and needs some getting used to.
Words: Seven four seven
Listening To: Linkin Park :3 Minutes to Midnight
Stuck in detention, away from his teammates, you might think that Aaron was rethinking his impulsive nature. But no, he wasn’t. When he weighed protecting Shawn against missing practice, well... Shawn won, every time.
Aaron stared at the ceiling, the end of his pen in his mouth. His iPod earbuds were wedged tightly in his ears, blaring music he was sure no one else wanted to hear. Currently going was Linkin Park’s Numb off of his “I’m Pissed Off” playlist. He wondered absently what Shawn was doing. He’d said he’d wait for him inthe art room, that he had a project to work on. He was probably just hiding until Aaron was released. Fuck, he though, teeth clicking on the plastic sheath of the pen. Detention blows, he decided. Being kept prisoner, without even a cute girl in sight. Torture, that’s what this was. Child abuse. Not that anyone here would care about his analysis.
Really, he should be using his time to do something productive. Catch up on homework, think about why he was here in the first place (which he had done – it didn’t have much to it), or maybe sleep. He glanced at the clock. Had it really only been ten minutes? It seemed that a lot more time had passed. In his pocket, his cell phone buzzed. Without thinking twice, Aaron pulled it out and read the text message. Cant finde my iking pen. U cee it? It took him a moment to realize what Shawn meant. He quickly tapped a reply. You told me to tell you that you took it out of your art kit and put it in your backpack. It’s in the zipped pouch on the front. He sent that, tapping his foot as he waited for the inevitable. After a few moments, the reply came. Thanx. Cee u whin u get owt. Aaron smiled. If only all life’s problems were so easy. He eyed the clock again. Fifteen minutes gone. How many more to go?
Notes: Open to anyone! :3 Anyone feel like getting themselves in trouble?
And I'm sorry it's short - Aaron's new and needs some getting used to.Words: Seven four seven
Listening To: Linkin Park :3 Minutes to Midnight