I got dressed immediately. I had on a white T-shirt, and a black short-sleeved unbuttoned over shirt, and a par of blue jeans. Once I was all ready, I checked if I had forgotten everything in the mirror. I didn't. When I looked in the mirror, though, I saw me. A young boy, bit tall for his age, and just slightly skinny. with tanned skin, brown eyes, and black hair. Well, with brown on the top. Its some thing with the lighting, its brown, but only the top looks like it. The rest looks black. I also lifted my sleeve to reveal for a short while, a tattoo. I honestly don't know how it got there. Sarah tells me it was there when I was born. it is the letter "E" in some strange, artistic font. It would probably be alright, if it had any meaning to me. But since it didn't, it was just something I don't really care about.
"Sarah, are you sure you didn't drug me and get me a tattoo when I was younger?" I said jokingly.
"Swear. I don't know how it got there" She replied.
I got my skateboard, backpack, and guitar, and went on to skate my way to school. As I skated by, I noticed the bus. I hate the bus. You never get fresh air, and you're stuck in a vehicle with a lot of people. Anyways, I took myself all the way to my school. When I got in, I had about an hour to talk to my friends. I went where they usually where, and they weren't there. Absent? Again?!? I thought. It was the second time this week, I tend to stick to only a couple friends, and I'm really shy around others. I stand in the place where my friends and I usually talk, but all of them aren't there. So I just stand quietly. I eventually get bored, so I pull out my guitar and started playing. I played a song I've been struggling to learn, the "Sherlock" theme song. I then stop, and study everyone suspiciously. Ready for anything. Why am I so cautious? then, I feel the sensation that something is going to go wrong. Just then, a football flies, aimed directly at my face. I catch it, super quick. I didn't even notice I did. Where did that come from? I guess I just have good reflexes. Probably just a talent. I like it.
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Elements
Random--Based off of true stories. The story itself isn't true, but the it shares the same messages. metaphor of truth-- David, the last element, has to realize that he is an element. But, once he does, he will still have to learn to master all of the e...
