Far Enough
Apr 4, 2012 10:23:45 GMT -5
Post by Raseri on Apr 4, 2012 10:23:45 GMT -5
Damien Ashfold ~ Age 13 ~ District 1
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Damien Rodrick Ashfold had never been much of a social kid. He prefered to keep to himself, and liked to meet characters in books more than the people in the real world. He used to have friends when he was younger, but they were soon bored with him and eventually left. He didn't mind much, though. He had his parents. He had money. He had a cat. He had an entire room of books. And if he ever got too frustrated, he had pillows and a high ceiling to throw them at. What more could an awkward 13 year old boy want?
Anyway, the parents of this particular 13 year old boy were fighting, and Damien definitely did not want to be in the house when they were fighting. Yeah, he had to admit that his father could be a lazy bum at times, and yeah, he had to admit his mother had had good reason to be mad about that. She was the only one in the house who actually cleaned or cooked. But Damien hated getting caught up in the middle of their fights, and he hated choosing sides. So, he decided to leave.
Picking up a novel off the desk in his room, he ran down the stairs and snatched up his jacket from the coat rack, not daring to make eye contact with either of his quarreling parents. They were so busy shouting at each other that neither of them even noticed that Damien was gone when he slipped out the door and onto the sidewalk in front of their house. Where was he going to go? He decided he didn't care, really, as long as he was away from his house. So he decided to walk to the left, and he followed the sidewalk for two blocks before he found a bench and decided he had walked far enough.
It was about six in the afternoon, and the sidewalk was littered with puddles from the previous night's rain. The bench was still a little damp. It wasn't exactly the prettiest day- it was pretty cloudy- but it wasn't the worst weather ever and it didn't seem as though it would rain. Damien wiped some of the water off the bench with his sleeve and sat down, examining his reflection in a puddle. His messy blonde hair was, well, messy, and he attempted to smooth down some of the stray strands with his hand. Then he leaned his back against the back of the bench and opened his book, entitled "Arrow", and began to read. It was about a young girl in a world where everyone received a pet dragon when they turned 13. Damien wished he were in that world; he and his dragon would fly far, far away from District 1.
