acceptance[open]
Jan 20, 2013 15:59:24 GMT -5
Post by backflip on Jan 20, 2013 15:59:24 GMT -5
Yea, maybe introvert was an accurate term. A couple of weeks ago his dad had told him the diffrence between introverts and extroverts, and told Skylar that he was probably an introvert. At the time, Skylar objected, but looking back, his dad was probably right. Here he was, walking home from school on a backroad without another soul in site. Skylar was perfectly fine with this aloneness, and inside he realized that all of his battles, that to him seemed so real, were all in his own mind. Every barrier he had crossed, step he had took, and major milestone, was really a result of an battle in his own mind that had come to a close. In a way, it felt satisfying to have this knowledge in mind.
To someone walking by, Skylar realized that he probably looked like a complete idiot. Being January, it was freezing outside, and being district three, the air smelled of dead hog. The hood of his coat was pulled tight on his head, and he pulled the neck of his shirt tight over his nose. This way, the wind against his face didn't feel so fierce and the smell of the factories didn't seem so repulsive. His eyes were turned towards the ground below him, watching his every step skid across the slush. Funny. He felt a million miles away from another soul on earth. But he wasn't.
To someone walking by, Skylar realized that he probably looked like a complete idiot. Being January, it was freezing outside, and being district three, the air smelled of dead hog. The hood of his coat was pulled tight on his head, and he pulled the neck of his shirt tight over his nose. This way, the wind against his face didn't feel so fierce and the smell of the factories didn't seem so repulsive. His eyes were turned towards the ground below him, watching his every step skid across the slush. Funny. He felt a million miles away from another soul on earth. But he wasn't.
