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Post by Zachary on Jun 14, 2009 3:01:30 GMT
Zachary woke up violently this morning,another nightmare had plagued his sleep.Sweat was shining on his body,he was breathing a bit hard.He looked at the window,the sun was barely up,of course,another early morning.He grabbed at his abdomen,a pain raging through it.He looked on the ground,about three bottles of beer scattered about his bed.He grabbed his head,this wasn't the way he was wanting to start off his day.He usually didn't drink,but his neighbors were arguing,he could feel their emotions,it was the only way to get some rest,drinking himself into a coma.He threw his legs over the bed,leaning,his head was spinning,he still felt half asleep,the room was dim and dark,but he couldn't deal with bright lights,especially not now,it would only make his head hurt worse.He looked around the apartment,the walls were torn and faded,the place as a dump,but it's all he could afford.He rubbed the back of his neck,hearing pop he did the same with his back.He took in a deep breathe and rose from the bed,turning on the radio,listening to the song called The Slam.He was wearing black boxers.He walked to the window,peering through the shades,watching the few people walking below,well time to come alive.
He began his morning ritual,taking a shower,still trying to block out everyone else's thoughts.He got dressed,mouthing words to the song.He wore torn and faded blue jeans,a black muscle shirt and a pair of black converses.He ran his fingers up through his hair,spiking it a bit,grabbing his keys he left out of the room,locking the three locks he had placed o the door,he didn't live in the safest neighborhood.He walked outside to the back,lifting a cardboard box off of his racing bike,midnight black with silver trimming,it was worth over 50 grand,he tricked it out a bit with some designs.He grinned,climbing on he started it up and listened to the engine purr,then he punched it,speeding it out of the alleyway,he needed to get to a computer,he had school work about 5 days over-do.
He looked to wards the sky as he went racing down the streets,not many people around,mainly because the early hour and the fact hell was about to come pouring down.He grinned,he loved stormy skies,he punched the throttle,his front wheel lifting from the ground,he did enjoy life,head-phones on and volume all the way up,today he couldn't hear anyones thoughts,but his own.He wasn't wearing a helmet,something he was sure his mother would nearly kill him for,ever since his last accident,he was warned to always wear his helmet,but he never listened.He stopped at a light,some hot-shot pulled up next to him,laughing with some Barbi doll in the car,he rev-ed the engine at Zach.He grinned,and rolled his eyes,returning the favor,the man flipped him off,but when the light changed Zach was gone,leaned forward,his shirt flying in the back,he kept his pace until coming to the coffee shop,he came to a skidded stop in front,his left leg coming down and his back wheel hanging up.He turned th bike off and pushed it into the alleyway,placing a tarp over it he walked in,hands in pockets,with a bit of urgency in his movements,Keith came out.Late,assignments,huh?
Zach grinned and motioned at him,he pointed to one of the computers and Zach headed to wards it.You know,their going to kick your ass out,with racing and you always being late or turning something in late.Zach sat down,not noticing the other occupant in the shop."Well,they haven't yet..."He looked at Keith and grinned a crooked grin."Besides you know how hard it is to get rid of my happy ass."
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