Post by HUNTER JAMERSON on Jul 27, 2011 18:11:14 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i
just keep chasing pavements even though it
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| [atrb=width,240] You know it was funny..being so far away from home. He was sure this was what he had wanted, for a long time...But he had to admit, he was still getting used to college life abroad. It was a whole different country, and world no less. Scary, as he was all alone. And he had to reminded that, everyday, as he hadn’t exactly made any new friends. He had missed Tyler back home, who was at law school. He would have given everything to be with him but..it was Tyler’s decision to go. And Hunter felt he would just get in his way. He didn’t need a clingy friend to bug him while he was trying to study. So this suited them both, did he? Hunter was certain it did, as he knew his friend’s happiness was way more important than his own. Tugging at his hoodie sleeves, he wandered along the hallways of the third floor, just admiring the art work. That was one thing about France, it was so beautiful. A grand country, filled with so much culture. So glorious, pretty and just plain stunning. He could stare in awe at the ornate staircase and pillars surrounding him. But, he had to keep moving, as he didn’t want to stand there like an idiot. He was sued to getting pushed around, even now. Granted, it wasn’t as bad, but the senior college kids scared him slightly, especially the guys. Much like at Highschool, it was rather similar, maybe a little less petty? After all, they were met to be adults now. But even adults could be immature. Shrugging, the boy kept on walking, till he ended up at the pièce de solange , or more commonly known as the common room. Though it hardly could be called that, as the place was huge...definitely a sign of wealth. He had forgotten how much his aunt must have played. Though she was stinking rich, if he could remember correctly. Wandering inside, Hunter was already gazing out the windows. It was quite late to be honest, and you couldn’t really see anything outwith the darkness. But it suited him fine. Inside, it was practically empty, he couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing. Nether less, the older teen ambled on over to one of the taller bookcases and pulled out a thick book. Taking it in his hand, he wandered to sit near of the windows, not really planning on reading the book. He just didn’t feel like heading back to his dorm. He wasn’t tired, and he found it too confined for his liking. Plus he liked the quiet. Flicking open the book, Hunter squirmed a little in the chair, struggling to concentrate on the words that jumped out at him. Pulling up the hood of his jumper, he yawned, trying to distract himself with the lengthy novel. | [atrb=width,100] words , 490 tagged , open notes , n/a |
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