Post by benjaminjiroux on Dec 4, 2010 3:54:06 GMT -5
"It's good for you’ she says, ‘It will be nice’, she says." The boy grumbled to himself as he kicked a bunch of leaves that were on the ground. "She just wants me to go get lost in the woods I swear." He had only taken about four steps in and he was already feeling pretty off course. “What sort of person goes an hangs out in the forest for fun? Hobos. Hobos do. Madre, do you want me to be a hobo?” She obviously could not hear him, but if he did not complain, he would probably explode. “I’m probably gonna get eaten by a bear or something. They don’t have bears in Seattle. Well. In the zoo they do, but NOT IN MY BACK FRIGGIN YARD.” He kicked another pile of leaves as he followed the not-so-clear-path. His brows furrowed and his mouth stretched to one big line across his mug.
Apparently during his rant he had found his way to a clearing. When he looked behind him he did not even see where he had come from. “FFFFFFFFF-FFFFUDGE DOODLES. I HATE THIS STUPID FORREST. I hate this stupid town. I want to go home, but nooooooo, no, no, no. Mom can’t commute, Mom, says I do nothing. And then she kicks me out and tells me to go for a hike.” To someone watching him it would look like he was putting on a play. He acted out almost everything he said. Throwing his arms in the air like a Muppet when he ‘almost cursed’, flailing his hands in front of him as the no chorus came along. Hopping from foot to foot as the rant came to an end and his voice toned down. He was livid. So he took a breath. “I miss the smog.” He was back to the grumbling now as he tried to find his way back to something that looked familiar.
Apparently during his rant he had found his way to a clearing. When he looked behind him he did not even see where he had come from. “FFFFFFFFF-FFFFUDGE DOODLES. I HATE THIS STUPID FORREST. I hate this stupid town. I want to go home, but nooooooo, no, no, no. Mom can’t commute, Mom, says I do nothing. And then she kicks me out and tells me to go for a hike.” To someone watching him it would look like he was putting on a play. He acted out almost everything he said. Throwing his arms in the air like a Muppet when he ‘almost cursed’, flailing his hands in front of him as the no chorus came along. Hopping from foot to foot as the rant came to an end and his voice toned down. He was livid. So he took a breath. “I miss the smog.” He was back to the grumbling now as he tried to find his way back to something that looked familiar.