Too Bored to Care
Apr 2, 2012 11:52:12 GMT -5
Post by Raseri on Apr 2, 2012 11:52:12 GMT -5
Amadeus Drew Cumberland -District 7- 16
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Amadeus Cumberland slipped on his beat-up sneakers without even bothering to tie them and stepped out the door, saying goodbye to his mother. It was about 5 o’clock on a Saturday, and he hadn’t done anything all day. Why, you ask, would this handsome young man be all alone on a Saturday evening, with nothing but his penknife and the chilly spring wind to keep him company? Well, he was supposed to be hanging out with two of his friends today, but they were both home sick with the flu. Figures. Drew (as he liked to be called) always did tend to have sucky luck. Oh, well. Who needs friends anyway?
Drew was bored. Very very bored. And what did he do when he was bored? He climbed trees, and he whittled blocks of wood. So that’s what he was planning to do now. He walked down the road in front of his small, one-story house and made a left onto another street, soon coming upon a patch of land that held a large oak tree, Drew’s favorite tree in all of District 7. Oak was his favorite kind of wood, strong and durable, great for whittling and building. They lived long and grew to enormous heights, which made them perfect for climbing. Drew had sort of a reverse fear of heights. He loved climbing a tree as high as he could and just sitting there, sometimes even hanging upside down.
Amadeus grabbed on to the lowest branch and laced his fingers together, pulling himself up with his arms while sort of walking up the tree with his legs. He climbed to the very highest branch he could and sat there for a moment, looking at the neighborhood below him. He liked to do this, just sit and observe the world below. He liked being able to carve wood in peace, but (though he would never admit it) he had always been a little bit autophobic. He never liked being alone, so he surrounded himself in friends and family and girls. This way, he could have peace and quiet but also be surrounded by people at the same time.
He pulled his penknife out of his pocket and realized he had forgotten to bring a block of wood. He didn’t think there would be a good thick branch to break off the tree at this height; most of them were thin where he was sitting. Besides, pulling a branch off his favorite tree just wouldn’t have felt right. He decided to break off a small twig instead, and he focused on whittling that. Wood shavings fell to the ground below as he scraped off the bark with his knife and smoothed the end into a point, and it eventually began to look like a mini spear. He wondered for a second what he was going to do with it, but then decided that he was too bored to care.[/color][/size]
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I am just going to pretend they know each other! ]
She can't resist him! ]
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