Reality Check, Ady (Danny)

if you're looking for me
i'd suggest you look in the last place
that you will ever find me
'cause i'm going out
with all my friends tonight, for once

I guess I was bored and that's the main reason I went outside. My house was idle; my dad at the office and my mom cleaning and cooking and doing whatever moms do. My brother has been long gone, and I was lounging on the sofa, imagining the carvings I could have been making if I had a cylinder of wood in my hands. But that's how it always is, having the muse to create something spectacular when I'm empty-handed, but flustered when I actually have that window of opportunity. Figuring I needed to do something because I was bored and restless, I decided to go out. Before leaving, I warned my mom with a "I'm gonna go out, mom." and she countered with a "Where?" and I shrugged. She was fine with it ("Okay sweetie, have fun.") and so after a few minutes of deciding to leave, I finally was.

It was breezy, but I could handle it with a coat and some jeans.

The streets were busy as always, but once fall starting easing it's way into our lives, it's seemed calmer. Like we were all feathers just drifting slowly with the wind as our guide. The Mockingjays were singing, like always, as if it was a routine, but their tune sounded different. Only two notes, but that wasn't the problem. It seemed as if every time they warbled, it rang out a bit faster. It was slightly though, so I couldn't notice it every time they sang out, but only about every third time. As I walked past the trees and the stores and the square, I figured that maybe they were rushing, the Mockingjays in a hurry to spread the music around, like some secret. While looking up and observing the birds and their tweeting, I bumped into a dark-haired boy. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said timidly. But eyes daring not to look at the boys, afraid of the possible anger that could be rising inside him.

{ooc: for post-a-thon; 329 words.}

and if you can do one whole thing
then i'd suggest you go out too
and smile up a storm
'cause we're all as sad
as you think that you are