Post by koemi on Jul 29, 2010 1:07:03 GMT -5
Summer vacation, known for being the time for kids to be free for once, wasn't anything special. Having friends meant spending more time with them and getting into trouble, but if one didn't have friends, the days went by slower than ever. It hurt to see so many kids hanging around the food court with their giggles and happy grins- what were they so happy about? The heat outside was unbearable and the crowds in the mall were hard to get through. The sun beat down onto the sidewalks, like a large flaming orb sprinkling down the heat to torture the walking figures even more. How could anyone stand such humid weather? Summer, in his opinion, could possibly be the worst season to exist. Why couldn't it be winter already? The fluffy white snow on the ground, gray sky, and sitting in front of a fire place with a cup of warm hot chocolate.... the idea beat pushing through a crowd checking out a booth of wonderful tasting organic smoothies. What difference was there between normal and organic anyway? The boy felt too irritated by the heat to give a care in the world.
Going to the second floor, Roka found there to be a little less people. Thank goodness. He never did like people that much, so to see them all in one place made him feel incredibly uncomfortable. The only reason why he came to the mall was to buy some supplies for his mother's jewelry kit. She wrote him a list of different wires, gems, and all that good stuff that a guy didn't really know about. Unfolding the yellow slip, Roka sat down on a bench right next to a shoe store. His long, lanky figure stood out from the crowd- which he hated. For a boy his age, he was more skinny and long than average. The teenagers got a kick out of making fun of the new kid at school... back in his home town, the schools barely had anyone attending and the classes were pretty small. Unlike the serene little village next to the bay area, this place had a high school booming with teens ready to hang out with their friends and wait for the day to end. Roka hated it, he didn't even want here to begin with. Three long months of being here and people already knew him as the quiet kid who didn't bother talking to anyone. It could be expected when you're not a social person... but it all happened so fast, that and his parents thinking about divorcing was too much for the kid to handle.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Roka stood up and shoved the piece of paper back inside of his black sweatshirt. The craft store seemed to be a few stores down and the walk wouldn't be too bad. Most of the citizens were down at the smoothie booth, though he couldn't blame them really, but either way it worked out for someone who needed their space when walking. His pale eyes narrowed upon the ground, the sun shining down from the glass roof up above him. The sun tended to irritate his eyes, so most of the time he had to keep his head low. Roka trusted he wouldn't bump into anyone anyway, so there wasn't anything to worry about. Plus, he was getting closer to the craft shop.
Going to the second floor, Roka found there to be a little less people. Thank goodness. He never did like people that much, so to see them all in one place made him feel incredibly uncomfortable. The only reason why he came to the mall was to buy some supplies for his mother's jewelry kit. She wrote him a list of different wires, gems, and all that good stuff that a guy didn't really know about. Unfolding the yellow slip, Roka sat down on a bench right next to a shoe store. His long, lanky figure stood out from the crowd- which he hated. For a boy his age, he was more skinny and long than average. The teenagers got a kick out of making fun of the new kid at school... back in his home town, the schools barely had anyone attending and the classes were pretty small. Unlike the serene little village next to the bay area, this place had a high school booming with teens ready to hang out with their friends and wait for the day to end. Roka hated it, he didn't even want here to begin with. Three long months of being here and people already knew him as the quiet kid who didn't bother talking to anyone. It could be expected when you're not a social person... but it all happened so fast, that and his parents thinking about divorcing was too much for the kid to handle.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Roka stood up and shoved the piece of paper back inside of his black sweatshirt. The craft store seemed to be a few stores down and the walk wouldn't be too bad. Most of the citizens were down at the smoothie booth, though he couldn't blame them really, but either way it worked out for someone who needed their space when walking. His pale eyes narrowed upon the ground, the sun shining down from the glass roof up above him. The sun tended to irritate his eyes, so most of the time he had to keep his head low. Roka trusted he wouldn't bump into anyone anyway, so there wasn't anything to worry about. Plus, he was getting closer to the craft shop.