Post by Streak on Dec 16, 2006 16:29:05 GMT -5
Intro::
Cole Grey sat idly on one of the benches scattered throughout the campus of his High school, his leg propped across his other, his gloved hands holding a book that shaded his onyx colored eyes from the dull winter's sun. Faded brown hair escaped it's prison of a woolen ski cap with long tassels from the ears, and a ball of strings attached at the top which hung down and jiggled with every body movement he made, which were few if any when he was concentrating on a book.
The book was one for his History class, Cole was going to be a senior in this High school, and he didn't want to leave, he'd had too many memories, but at the same time, he was excited to get out and see the world. Cole didn't plan on going to college, he planned on seeing the world. He already had a beefy job set up for him from his Father, some may call him spoiled, he didn't think so, he just called himself morally inclined.
You were lucky if you got a few words out of Cole, with his nose always in the pages of a book, even if you got a wave out of him, most people would have been in awe. True, Cole did have a few very good friends, but in time, they began to diminish. Cole was very self centered.
The girls seemed to drool all over him, they though of him as eye candy in his tight jeans and his t-shirts of his favorite bands. Some days he might put a dab of eye liner on, but that's about it. But Cole wasn't seeking the life of many girls, he just wanted one.
Cole dropped his book eventually, and stared at the scenery, the falling snow landed with ferocity and began to build up on the ground; he had heard reports that they were going to close school, and rumors spread like wild fire, but of course, he didn't get involved, he didn't engage in tackles rumor spreading, it was pointless. For now, Cole was happy, sitting cross-legged on the bench, watching the snowflakes fall to their impending doom of the heated ground.
Cole Grey sat idly on one of the benches scattered throughout the campus of his High school, his leg propped across his other, his gloved hands holding a book that shaded his onyx colored eyes from the dull winter's sun. Faded brown hair escaped it's prison of a woolen ski cap with long tassels from the ears, and a ball of strings attached at the top which hung down and jiggled with every body movement he made, which were few if any when he was concentrating on a book.
The book was one for his History class, Cole was going to be a senior in this High school, and he didn't want to leave, he'd had too many memories, but at the same time, he was excited to get out and see the world. Cole didn't plan on going to college, he planned on seeing the world. He already had a beefy job set up for him from his Father, some may call him spoiled, he didn't think so, he just called himself morally inclined.
You were lucky if you got a few words out of Cole, with his nose always in the pages of a book, even if you got a wave out of him, most people would have been in awe. True, Cole did have a few very good friends, but in time, they began to diminish. Cole was very self centered.
The girls seemed to drool all over him, they though of him as eye candy in his tight jeans and his t-shirts of his favorite bands. Some days he might put a dab of eye liner on, but that's about it. But Cole wasn't seeking the life of many girls, he just wanted one.
Cole dropped his book eventually, and stared at the scenery, the falling snow landed with ferocity and began to build up on the ground; he had heard reports that they were going to close school, and rumors spread like wild fire, but of course, he didn't get involved, he didn't engage in tackles rumor spreading, it was pointless. For now, Cole was happy, sitting cross-legged on the bench, watching the snowflakes fall to their impending doom of the heated ground.
