Okay, here's the deal. I've had this idea in my head for quite a while and I really need to get it out. Comments are appreciated, as usual. But I might also note that this story is FAR from finished. PLEASE give me some suggestions if you have any. I'll work them into the story if I can. Hopefully I'll update this once a week or so.
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"School is so BORING... why do they make you go to those things, anyways?"
Cody Sullivan looked back on the past 6 weeks and saw nothing but boring routine.
At 5 AM he'd awake to the sounds of his parents shouting things and telling jokes and generally making noise as they began their morning routine.
At 5:05 AM he'd rummage through his closet and find a shirt or pants or something that he'd prepared earlier, and get ready for his shower.
At 5:20 AM, Cody would be clean and dry, and accidentally bump into his dad as he went to go get some cereal. There'd be the usual small talk made, the boring conversations about stuff that honestly Cody didn't understand. And there'd be the coffee. Something ELSE Cody couldn't understand. Why his dad had to take a whole pot of the nasty stuff with him to work never quite made sense.
6 AM, and Cody is packed into the car, watching the buildings whizz by as he made his way to school, usually arriving around 7 AM, although some days his parents ran a bit late and he had to catch the bus.
And of course, once Cody got to school, there'd be the schedule there to deal with. Math, English, Health, Biology, Speech, History, and French. Sometimes he'd find them interesting, but most of the time the teachers would just be reading out of one book as he read from another.
"What good's it all do, anyways?"
Cody sighed, thinking of better things: of gallant heroes recuing damsels and suchlike. Grabbing an interesting looking book from the library's shelf, he made his way through the rows and rows of books towards the front counter. At least I'll have SOMETHING fun to do this weekend, was Cody's thought as he checked out the book and made his way to his parents car.
The car was eerily silent as the family made their way back home. Apparently Dad had had a bad day today, part of the reason for the unusual quiet. This situation was perfectly fine for Cody... just gave him more time to think about all the things that his life WASN'T. It WASN'T as exciting as the TV shows he watched some days made life look. There was no ring and a dream for him to go on, no excitement awaiting on the way home... just him and the book he'd gotten.
I haven't even looked too hard at this book he realized. Picking the book up, he turned to the back and found... leather. So.. .this must be one of their older books. Just hope it doesn't have a lot of "thou"s and "thee"s in it like the LAST one I read... Then again, who cares? So long as its interesting.
Coming back to the house, Cody went in and turned on the TV to watch a show at 7 PM. Then about 9 PM, one of his parents yelled at him to get into bed, so he placed his new book idly on the dresser (remembering to put a piece of paper on the first page as a bookmark), got into his pajamas, and drifted off to sleep.
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More to come when I'm not feeling lazy. Shouldn't take more than an hour or so.
Edit: Well, now. It's amazing how lack of time and excess of laziness turns an hour's delay into a week's. >.< Bumping so that I don't forget to TRY to update.
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=nakibe>Nakibe</A] at: 6/5/03 8:50 pm