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Post by DAVID ETHAN BRANCH on May 14, 2011 20:44:02 GMT -5
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Davie sighed. He couldn't stand this. Any of it. How could anyone? Everything was always wrong. His heart never settled, he was always on edge. Going to regular school was the worst choice ever. How could a boy who can barely handle his own room, deal with school? He shook his head and touched his skinny jeans. Black. Black is right.
He sat on the floor, careful not to touch the 'wrong' spot he had found earlier. This is so dumb. I shouldn't even be here. Why am I even skipping? Oh right.. Art. Davie sneered at the word Art sucks. The colors. All the colors. Wrong. And i can't..fix it. it's all wrong the boy fretted and wrung his fingers. He frowned and rubbed his eyes. His heart raced at the thought of art. All the colors, the mess, the splatter. He took a shaky breathe"I-I-It's okay, D-D-Davie" he told himself and shut his brown eyes. In his mind, he started to count1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13.. and so on, trying to calm himself, and able to function in the near future.
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SALIOR MOON SOUNDS REAL AWKWARD WHEN YOU AREN'T PAYING ATTENTION.!
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Post by amos lyndon moore on May 16, 2011 20:14:25 GMT -5
i think the spotlight always gives you fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend
It was mid day and Amos had a free block, there were plenty of things he could have been doing during this time, but today he wasn't in the mood for his usual haunts. He had visited the home economics room, but it was crowded with girls and although he didn't have a problem with girls, he was never one to do much in a crowd, he liked cooking on his own or for a few people at a time. All eyes watching him would have only made him nervous enough to drop a knife or even a cake had he made one. And so, he had left within minutes of entering the room, only taking the time to take a folder he had left in their earlier that week. Having left the classroom, Amos had found himself wandering aimlessly until he ended up outside of the auditorium, and without anything else to do he pushed open one of the doors and looked inside. He saw a person on the ground, but for the moment had decided not to disturb him, incase he was disrupting some kind of important thinking.
Sitting in a seat in the middle of the hall, he pulled his knees up to his chest and let his eyes drift close, still awake, but taking a few minutes of rest a short nap for his eyes only. Amos' ears perked up when he thought he heard the boy speak, "Are you okay?" He unfolded himself from the position he had been sitting in and peered over the aisles of seats trying to catch a glimpse of the boy on the floor. Amos began to wonder if maybe he had just been hearing things and went red in embaressment that it might have been the case. "Um, sorry, I just thought I heard you say something and I wanted to make sure you were alright...sorry." He gave a smile trying to reassure the boy that he wasn't trying to be rude.
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Post by DAVID ETHAN BRANCH on May 20, 2011 19:44:01 GMT -5
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Davie's eyes were shut. He almost didn't hear the boy walk in. His eyes opened and looked at him. He seemed just to be sitting, almost like Davie. Maybe he was like Davie? Shiy, not able to function? But prolly not. Davie was a wierd case. His OCD was uncontrolled and took over his life. He knew of some kids with OCD that can function in normal society, but not him. He has allowed his OCD to run his life. You should just stop trying. Let it ruin everything a dark voice in his head said. He frowned and blinked. A voice. His. His brown eyes looked up at the blue haired boy.
Was he okay? Was he really?No. I'm not okay. I talk to myself and I have no friends. I'm insane and I have OCD. he looked, then sent a smile to his lips, the happiness didn't reach his eyes. Now he had to speak. The stutter monster showed it's ugly head.
"Y-Y-Yea, I-I'm fine."He said and nodded his head. He looked away. Then back at the boy. "I-I-I'm Davie, by t-t-the way"[/b]He added, and smiled again. He hoped Amos didn't hate him [/COLOR] [/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -• B E C A U S E Y O U S A Y S O •UNDER YOUR BREATH[/b][/size][/font] LOTS OF WORDS | COMPLETE | OPEN | OUTFIT
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SORRY IT'S SHIT!
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