Post by JoS on Aug 26, 2007 21:25:29 GMT -5
Black hair gliced in the pail sunlight that early dawn granted the boy. His green eyes glanced around making sure none saw. He looked up to the window of the other house making sure none spyed from there. Of the few trees he went behind one and sat down leaning agent it. Facing away from the lake so not to be seen. He'd most likely end up skiping his first class, though he did that so often he wasnt even sure what that class was anymore. Lime green bangs hid his eyes as he head faced down. He was siting crossleged, hands on the wet grass. If he was cought by a teacher he'd most likely end up being in trubel, not supost to be out this early, that and for making his robes wet and most likely a bit muddy. He really didnt care.
He picked up his head, resting it agent the hard bark of the tree. His eyes stil parlt hiden by his hair, still closed. Though he was here, he was also far away in his thoughts as he normaly was. That was most likely the reason people though he didnt like others, he was rare to speak, even when spoken to. A soft sigh came from his one of his hands came up and went to the ying-yang sign on his collar that always hung around his neck. His finger gently went over it, now worn and dull with age. Whom had given it to him, only he knew and wasnt likely to tell others. A soft smile came to his face, as it often did when he though of whom that had given him the strange gift. The wet grass moved stiffly as the wind tryed to blow it. The wet grass tickled his now striched out legs. His feet was bare, as they offten were when he snuck out like this.
He picked up his head, resting it agent the hard bark of the tree. His eyes stil parlt hiden by his hair, still closed. Though he was here, he was also far away in his thoughts as he normaly was. That was most likely the reason people though he didnt like others, he was rare to speak, even when spoken to. A soft sigh came from his one of his hands came up and went to the ying-yang sign on his collar that always hung around his neck. His finger gently went over it, now worn and dull with age. Whom had given it to him, only he knew and wasnt likely to tell others. A soft smile came to his face, as it often did when he though of whom that had given him the strange gift. The wet grass moved stiffly as the wind tryed to blow it. The wet grass tickled his now striched out legs. His feet was bare, as they offten were when he snuck out like this.