Take time to smell the flowers - Jack -

[skylar rea hutson]

Skylar Rea Hutson

;; People throw rocks at things that shine

The park was probably my favorite place to come, just for the simple fact on how beautiful it was. I liked looking at pretty things, there was nothing wrong with that. I wasn't here to just simply observe though, I came marching into the park with an arm full of textbooks and a bag carrying a laptop. The move to college from high school was just like a slap in the face from reality. Moving here, I met the real world. I hadn't had time to get to know anyone, I was just to absorbed in my studying to bother. Of course I want the company and companionship, but I just don't think I can balance hanging out and school. I mean I could before, but the work load is just tremendous.

The park was lovely at this time of year. I was only here for 4 months and I fell in love with the scenery before me. It didn't take long for me to get into the routine of things. Stay up late slurping back pot fulls of coffee, waking up early for lectures that you don't really care about, and doing book loads of homework. It was stupid on how much I actually enjoyed doing the school work though. I guess I could be called a nerd since me and school got along like pie and whip cream. I let out a tiny giggle as the thought came to my mind. I was walking slowly, taking my time to absorb the scenery.

I passed the odd couple sitting on a bench, hand in hand staring out at the lake, watching as ducks and other wildlife carefully make there way to the lake bed. I envied them, for the closeness they have that I haven't had in months. I quickly averted there prying gaze, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. So I shuffled on, my red hightops shuffling along the pavement. I was on a mission to find a nice tree. Yes a tree. One that I could sit under, open my books and laptop, start my paper and study.

I wasn't particularly in the mood to even glance at my psychology or start my paper, but to make it in the world I couldn't procrastinate. A slight summer breeze swept by me, grabbing at my hair and pushing it off my shoulders to dangle down my back. I snorted with frustration at the awkward feeling of my thick curls pulling my head back. Out of instinct I reached out to grab my hair, and at that precise moment my hands opened, and down wen't my text books. Ah thats just great.

[/color] Hair forgotten I squatted down, quietly gathering up my things, and all the while I couldn't help thinking, how embarrassing.[/blockquote]

Ooc:// Sorry really bad starting post, I don't stay this bad I promise! haha

[jack morrison wesley]

He sighed as he sat down looking around the park as he took a short drag off from his cigarette; after he had pulled the last one from the box and lit it up. It was a rather nice evening for anyone to take a walk, which he could see some doing, and he could also see some groups of families enjoying themselves doing mundane things like tossing a Frisbee around, having meals on the ground or at the picnic tables, or just doing something like he was doing; lounging on the chair doing nothing in particular. If he had his stuffs, he would have taken some pictures, but his photo bag was not with him at the moment.

He had missed some times like these at times, and he was not too sure about going out again. Most of his time was spent by going down to the bar to work at night and sleeping in the day and getting food out. He could go back to his loft where he initially started out, but he thought of it as a hassle that he should not do. He would just go there, grab a few clothes for the day and drive back to the inn to resume work. It was work after work after bloody work.

Taking another drag of the cigarette, he ruffled his hair as he looked around again, taking everything about the park in him. The season was nice, so the trees were green, even if the winds were still relatively chilly. Spring was leaving and was giving a restoration effect to the trees and giving life to the rest of the creatures there. Not that he took care or give a damn about all of it, but it was nice to notice all of them. It made him somewhat still had a connection to the world at times. Severing his ties with his family indirectly severed his ties with the world, albeit not very seriously.

At one point, a girl walked in front of him as he took another drag off from his cigarette. At the same time a good breeze passed thoroughly by him and the chair and the area, making him close his eyes in contentment. At the same time after the breeze passed through, he heard a loud kerfuffle and a crashing of items. Opening his eyes, he saw that the girl’s stuff were laid on the floor and she was squatting forth to pick up her stuff. A part of him wanted to help, but he could see that she had it all under control, therefore he resisted the feeling to help.

[skylar rea hutson]

Skylar Rea Hutson

;; People throw rocks at things that shine

Dropping your stuff was probably the most emberassing thing in the world, and to add insult to injury, while picking up my final textbook the ones in my hand slipped and landed back on the pavement. Damn Though damn wasn't necessarily a swear it had been one of the few times I had uttered something so filthy out my mouth. I shivered at the thought and apologized to myself before flipping the textbooks over and clawing at them to balance them back on my hand. People walked by and gave me strange looks. Automatically I did a breeze check at my butt. Feeling no air reach my lower back I let out a silent sigh of relief. At least they were only giving me pity looks just for dropping my stuff, but how come no one had to decency to help me?

I shrugged it off as I stood up. Readjusting my laptop bag strap and straightening my tank top. I wasn't wearing anything to special. A white tank top with a hand making the peace symbol and a pair of short shorts, nothing to set me apart from the ordinary person. Non-the-less I still glanced around to make sure no one of the opposite gender had noticed my spill. It seemed like no one took notice, but I wasn't complaining. I started to walk again, but stopped as I caught a sniff of cigarette stench. I spun on my heel, locating the owner of the smell. It was coming from a particular smug looking boy dressed in casual wear, but to expensive to say student. He could atleast have the decency not to smoke

[/color] I thought to myself. Did he not know that cigarettes caused lung cancer? Moron. I smiled to myself at the thought and just stood there eying him up by pretending to look at the tree.

It was a big tree and offered plenty of shade and a decent amount of sun. It was in view of the lake so that was a major bonus, but the air reeked of cancer stick. Perhaps I had a boost of confidence from taking my spill, or maybe I cared about the guys health, either way I decided to march over there, and march over there I did. Of course i didn't get Olympic walker hip swinging in there. I walked with performed grace still pretending to look at the tree. I started to wrinkle my nose as I got closer to him though and gave up on my cover. I looked directly at him, and stopped just inches from his feet. I held my text books protectively at my stomach, ignoring the urge to flip my hair. I pointed at his cigarette and arched one brow. You know those things kill. Right?[/color] My voice was calm and collected, with just a smidgen of smart ass. This boy was trying to pull off the I don't give a rip because Im a tough guy look and just being around it was changing me, I mean I just said smart ass. Oh I did it again![/blockquote]