Post by Shira on Oct 18, 2006 21:05:20 GMT -5
((Shira wants to play in the sandbox too! And, in case medieveal fantasy isn't their genre.))
And around he went again. Like every morning. Around and around and around the track, just running to keep in shape, and for something to do.
The sun was only rising, he thought to himself with a smile. That meant he had nearly a half hour or so, and another three dozen laps, to go until the buses came with the first wave of kids.
He wasn't looking forward to the kids that stared at him, or refused to get out of his running path, but he was looking forward to the half hour to run.
People called him crazy, many times to his face. Why would an otherwise perfectly normal teenager run the track every morning, in season or not, for at least an hour every day? No one knew, not even himself. It was just something he had to do, something that helped him face another mundane school day, and something to drown out the yelling from the previous night.
Mornings were endurance; afternoons were running with the girls, as it was their season. But he still ran with them, just to relax and stay in shape.
A headphone cord went down from his ears to behind his shirt, out of his way, nearly hidden underneath the brown hair pulled into a pony tail. His hair was brown, and nearly to his shoulder blades, really thin and smooth. Kids also teased him about his hair, but he never cared. Same colored eyes scanned over the plain track infront of him. Hands played the drums infront him as he ran, providing the background to the song currently blasting in his ears. It wasn't his fault he had been born 50% deaf in each ear. Things just happened.
Ashley, otherwise known as Ash, completed another lap, breath fogging up the morning air. It was colder out, only about fifty degrees out, but comfortable weather for a seasoned runner. At least today was Friday, which meant a girls meet today. Even though he was the wrong gender to run with them, he still went to every meet to cheer them on.
((Things to point out:
-- Ashley is a BOY. He just has a girls name. Looks like a girl -- a little bit. Long brown hair, thinner.
-- He runs every morning, just for the hell of it, as well as practices with the girls track team in the afternoon, which has a meet later tonight.
-- He can't hear well, and currently has headphones blasting.
-- Colder day, Friday, probably around October / November.
-- Thing's aren't right at his house - "drown out the yelling from the previous night."
-- Pretty much only band geeks and kids who need help go to school early, so don't have Mary Sue who is passing all her classes actually think he's going to be his friend. ))
And around he went again. Like every morning. Around and around and around the track, just running to keep in shape, and for something to do.
The sun was only rising, he thought to himself with a smile. That meant he had nearly a half hour or so, and another three dozen laps, to go until the buses came with the first wave of kids.
He wasn't looking forward to the kids that stared at him, or refused to get out of his running path, but he was looking forward to the half hour to run.
People called him crazy, many times to his face. Why would an otherwise perfectly normal teenager run the track every morning, in season or not, for at least an hour every day? No one knew, not even himself. It was just something he had to do, something that helped him face another mundane school day, and something to drown out the yelling from the previous night.
Mornings were endurance; afternoons were running with the girls, as it was their season. But he still ran with them, just to relax and stay in shape.
A headphone cord went down from his ears to behind his shirt, out of his way, nearly hidden underneath the brown hair pulled into a pony tail. His hair was brown, and nearly to his shoulder blades, really thin and smooth. Kids also teased him about his hair, but he never cared. Same colored eyes scanned over the plain track infront of him. Hands played the drums infront him as he ran, providing the background to the song currently blasting in his ears. It wasn't his fault he had been born 50% deaf in each ear. Things just happened.
Ashley, otherwise known as Ash, completed another lap, breath fogging up the morning air. It was colder out, only about fifty degrees out, but comfortable weather for a seasoned runner. At least today was Friday, which meant a girls meet today. Even though he was the wrong gender to run with them, he still went to every meet to cheer them on.
((Things to point out:
-- Ashley is a BOY. He just has a girls name. Looks like a girl -- a little bit. Long brown hair, thinner.
-- He runs every morning, just for the hell of it, as well as practices with the girls track team in the afternoon, which has a meet later tonight.
-- He can't hear well, and currently has headphones blasting.
-- Colder day, Friday, probably around October / November.
-- Thing's aren't right at his house - "drown out the yelling from the previous night."
-- Pretty much only band geeks and kids who need help go to school early, so don't have Mary Sue who is passing all her classes actually think he's going to be his friend. ))