Post by TIMOTHY ALAN SOMMERS on Jun 29, 2012 9:35:47 GMT -5
i am so much older than i can take
and my affection, well it comes and goes
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| [atrb=width,240] Alan wasn’t going to pretend that it wasn’t infinitely better than being home, but he couldn’t deny that life at AMG was lonely, especially during the summer holiday when everyone went back to their functional families and spent time with their parents and siblings and cousins and whoever else. Alan didn’t miss his mother in the least when he was away anymore than she missed him, and considering that she hadn’t even cried when three of her kids ran away, it was likely that she wasn’t too burdened by his loss. And it was relaxing to be away from all the screaming at his house. Not that he was ever bothered by the noise, but it was a bit annoying to see people angry all the time and almost never know why. AMG was much more peaceful. People might not get along, but here, they weren’t kept in such close quarters that they broke furniture in their fighting. From what he could tell, everyone got on as well as a group of mutated teenagers could. There were a great number of places that he could go to get away from the masses if he wanted, and there were usually one or two people at any given location that would chat with him for at least a few minutes. During the summer, though, things were different. The school building itself was locked up, but everything else was open, though there was hardly anyone left around to spend time inside it. Days that he didn’t spend wandering through the streets of Castles or inside the mall window-shopping, he would hover inside the arcade. He’d gotten pretty good last summer at tilting the games just right to give him a few coins so he could play for a while without having to scrounge around to find them elsewhere. Alan had gotten the high score on every machine but one last year, so this time around his goal was to beat his own record and have the top in all of them. It would probably take him all summer, since he’d lost the high score to other people over the course of the year, but that was okay. He didn’t have much better to do this summer. Today’s goal: Ms. Pac Man. | [atrb=width,100] words , 379 words tagged , open! notes , :D |
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