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Hunter's Pond

Hunter P.O.V.

Once the game had ended I was totally pissed at the team. They constantly yelled and were all around idiots; excluding Sam, who's pretty quiet around the team. I guess you already know why.

Once I got out of the changeroom (which was as soon as I possibly could) I started the walk home, as my parents were never there to pick me up. I pulled my varsity jacket closer to me, shivering in the Autumn wind.

I spent the walk home taking in the familiar sights. I passed Mr. And Mrs.Pond's house, the small red brick house was a second home to me, they always were there if I needed something.

I finally turned up my cracked black driveway, looking at the oddly coloured house in front of me. It would never be home.

I opened the burgundy front door with ease, and walked inside. My parents weren't there, they had work most nights, yet sometimes left me alone for days, which is why I visit the Ponds so often.

I slowly made my way upstairs, the stairs creaking under my weight. I swung the white door to my room open, and threw my crap on the bed.

I quickly sat in my turn chair, and logged into my computer. I had no intention of doing my homework until later on, so I logged into my Tumblr account, Dookieshed.

I quickly reblogged a couple of posts, then I checked my message box.

(I don't actually have a Tumblr, so I don't know if it's accurate)

Message: Natewantstobattle

Hey Dookieshed, I love your blog. What's up?

I wonder who this guy is? I clicked his username, which took me to a nerdy blog, mostly about Pokemon and Attack On Titan.

I chose to answer him.

Hey Natewantstobattle, I'm not doing much, how about you?

I think that's a good enough first impression. He probably won't respond for a while, so I pushed my chair back, logged out of tumblr, and ran downstairs.

I quickly excited the hideous house, making sure to lock the door behind me. I hopped on my longboard, a beautiful blue and white board with an anchor on the bottom. I started down the road, this time with one earbud in, just incase I needed to hear an oncoming car.

I must've been riding for at least forty five minutes before I reached a familiar place. My home.

It is an enchanting sight, yet I've never brought anyone here before, this is a personal place.

The trees seemed to reach the sky, and the branches started low enough for me to get hit in the face with a few of them. There were shiny brown acorns littering the grounds, a contrast to the green grass.

I soon walked over to my favourite part, a small yet beautiful pond. From what I know, there's no fish in it, and the water is crystal clear. I roll up my pant legs, dipping my feet into the surprisingly warm water.

I pull out my phone, entering my password and going back on my Tumblr, just to have another message from Mr.WantsToBattle.

Message: Natewantstobattle

Same, but I'm trying to catch up on my math homework. When am I ever going to need this?!?!? I think we should start a riot.

I laughed at his message, it's totally true. We'll never actually need half the crap they try to teach us.

I agree with you. We can hit them with calculators and wrap them in American flags, screaming FREEDOM.

I quickly sent the massage back to him, hoping to get a reply soon.

I casually scroll through, making sure to reblog a few Benedict Cumberbatch posts.

Message: Natewantstobattle

We could also pour maple syrup on them, and ride meese into the sunset.

Meese?!?!? I quickly responded with:

Dude, it's Moose not meese. You're Canadian, get it right.

I smiled down at my phone, waiting for another message.

Message: Natewantstobattle

Screw you, it's meese.

I actually laughed out out at that one.

Ever read a dictionary?

Quickly my message was responded to.

Message: Natewantstobattle

Ever meet an angry Canadian?

I smiled widely at that one, then took my feet out of the water, I needed them to dry off before I could ride home.

So, Natewantstobattle, tell me about you.

I didn't expect that message to have a quick answer, yet not five minutes later, he had replied.

Message: Natewantstobattle

Well, as you know, I'm a Canadian, and my name is Nathan, but I'm called Nate. I enjoy art, music and video games. Not to mention anime. I have a dark Carin Terrier named Midna.

I like most foods, most drinks as well. I'm not a very picky guy. I haven't got very many friends, all the kids in my school think I'm a freak.

How about you Mr.Shed?

I took a minute on this one... How could I sum up me?

My name is Hunter, and I don't really know the meaning behind my URL, but it means poopshed, so I'm good with that. I play football with a bunch of knuckleheads, I think the highest IQ on the team other than me and my friend Sam is probably around 7.

I'm considered one of the more popular kids at school, but I try not to be a snobbish brat like half the kids in my school. I enjoy Pokemon and longboarding, and I have a pet rat named Scooter.

I sent the message, i feel bad for him, he's nice, why is he a "freak"?

My feet were dry now, so I put my shoes on and started making my way back to my house, leaving my home behind me.

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Hey my lil Demons, Trick here!

I'm having a rough time thinking of ways to write lately, as I've been writing a play and my own personal book about Prince Ambrose, a nice and quiet Prince who wants out of the castle, and once he runs away meets a half-dragon half-teenager named Rein, and they get into a crap ton of trouble with Ambrose's kingdom.

So yeah. Sorry for the hiatus I didn't tell you about.