Post by Jazz Hurt on Feb 23, 2009 17:53:10 GMT -6
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy...
...Cuz every now and then I kick the living shit outta me.
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...Cuz every now and then I kick the living shit outta me.
Winter was always a great time to go outside in Jazz’s opinion. Not many people would want to face the bitter cold that New York was so prone to. It was a good thing that he didn’t mind the cold any. His nose and cheeks were red from the cold and his eyes stung a little from being really dry. He picked at a loose string on the fingerless gloves he wore that day before going back to the book he was reading. The irony of the situation was he was supposed to be in English class. He hated being told what to read, though. His class was in the middle of reading “A Tale of Two Cities”, which he found extremely boring. He was, at the current time, reading “Chaucer’s Tales”. He wasn’t really much of a reading person; but, he’d find things now and then he’d like and would spend a lot of time trying to finish it. He read the entire Harry Potter series in five days after the last book came out. He wasn’t much of an academic, he was more of a music person; but, he was kind of screwed on that front with how shy he was. He hated getting on stage, especially when people tended to think he was a girl. That pissed him off more than almost anything.
With a small sigh, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a yellow Starburst. He expertly opened it with one hand before popping the square candy into his mouth. He was ambidextrous and was really good at opening things such as candy wrappers and soda bottles with one hand. He turned the page as a shadow crossed over him. He looked up to see the cause of the winter sun and found another student standing there. He looked at the person for a few seconds before turning back to his book. Yeah, Jazz really wasn’t much of a social person.
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