flight. four. cb.

"You're an unmotivated lazy piece of shit ya de ya de ya da" I've heard it all before. It's not that I don't care it's just that I don't care. People here are so obsessed with themselves and their own feelings and thoughts and point of view that they forget to look, really look, at everything else that's going on. Suppose it helps that I wear glasses, suppose it also helps my parents run a motel. Which you'd think is the dumbest idea, on the shore in a District you can't leave or enter, but lots of people around here get kicked out of their homes or tell their spouses lies or, on the odd occasion, just want to wake up with a view of the ocean. The latter is rare, but I tuck away the first two into my jar of secrets. You know how awkward it is sitting next to a kid in class knowing damn well his Mom is cheating on his Dad? They ask me what's so funny, tongue pressed into my cheek, I just glance at them over the rims of my glasses and let them blur - "Nothing," I lie. "Just thought of something funny."

"You know what, Flight? You're an unmotivated lazy piece of shi-"

Ya de ya de yada, I've heard it all before.