Post by Chogan on Feb 23, 2010 9:32:49 GMT -5
In a small cottage, by the fringe of the woods...
Chogan paced back and forth through the living room, obviously frustrated. "But what's the god damn problem? I don't see it!" His voice was getting louder, the anger building inside of him.
His father sighed impatiently. "The problem is that I don't want people in my house! And anyway, since when did you get any friends?" He pulled out a random book from the bookcase, sat down in his favourite chair, and started reading. Or pretended to.
"UGH! Listen to yourself, Dad! You talk like I'm not even allowed to have friends! But even if I were, it wouldn't be possible, because you'd do anything to keep them out of my life, wouldn't you?"
Ajacopa's stare bore right through Chogan. "Go to your room. You know that I'm only doing it to protect you."
"No! Just because you don't have a social life doesn't mean that I can't have one! And you can't -"
"Do not talk to me like that! Now, go to your room! And do not make me repeat myself again.
Chogan groaned furiously, and darted towards his room.
"You know you need to focus on your school. And with our little problem, it leaves almost no time for friends. You're better off without 'em, anyway."
Shut up, was Chogan's last thought before he disappeared into his bedroom.
He placed himself in the windowsill, letting out a sigh. He pulled his knees to his chin, and wrapped his arms around them, thinking that he should read a bit in the Jane Austen biography to make Lily Anderson happy. But for some reason, he just didn't feel like it. Instead he reached out for a pencil and paper, deciding he had nothing better to do than to draw. It wasn't a problem for him, though; he liked drawing, contrary to many other teenage boys.
The pencil ran smoothly across the notebook, tracing the lines of a human girl's face. A beautiful one.
He had often been told that drawing was girly--not a boy's hobby--and that he should stop it, because it was "embarrassing". To who? Chogan used to think with a shrug.
Then he heard a noise. A car door smacking closed. He looked up instantly, and spotted a blonde girl running a hand through her hair through the window. His eyes opened wider: It was Lily. At first, he felt wonderfully warm inside. A second later, the pleasant feeling was switched out with something a tad less pleasant; panic. His father would be furious! He threw his drawing in the bin, slightly embarrassed (his father had warned him. This made Chogan chuckle), and dashed out of his room, into the hall, not bothering to answer his father where the hell he was going. He put on his jacket, not wanting to scare the poor girl, and went outside, slamming the door on the way.
"What the hell are you doing here?!"
Chogan paced back and forth through the living room, obviously frustrated. "But what's the god damn problem? I don't see it!" His voice was getting louder, the anger building inside of him.
His father sighed impatiently. "The problem is that I don't want people in my house! And anyway, since when did you get any friends?" He pulled out a random book from the bookcase, sat down in his favourite chair, and started reading. Or pretended to.
"UGH! Listen to yourself, Dad! You talk like I'm not even allowed to have friends! But even if I were, it wouldn't be possible, because you'd do anything to keep them out of my life, wouldn't you?"
Ajacopa's stare bore right through Chogan. "Go to your room. You know that I'm only doing it to protect you."
"No! Just because you don't have a social life doesn't mean that I can't have one! And you can't -"
"Do not talk to me like that! Now, go to your room! And do not make me repeat myself again.
Chogan groaned furiously, and darted towards his room.
"You know you need to focus on your school. And with our little problem, it leaves almost no time for friends. You're better off without 'em, anyway."
Shut up, was Chogan's last thought before he disappeared into his bedroom.
He placed himself in the windowsill, letting out a sigh. He pulled his knees to his chin, and wrapped his arms around them, thinking that he should read a bit in the Jane Austen biography to make Lily Anderson happy. But for some reason, he just didn't feel like it. Instead he reached out for a pencil and paper, deciding he had nothing better to do than to draw. It wasn't a problem for him, though; he liked drawing, contrary to many other teenage boys.
The pencil ran smoothly across the notebook, tracing the lines of a human girl's face. A beautiful one.
He had often been told that drawing was girly--not a boy's hobby--and that he should stop it, because it was "embarrassing". To who? Chogan used to think with a shrug.
Then he heard a noise. A car door smacking closed. He looked up instantly, and spotted a blonde girl running a hand through her hair through the window. His eyes opened wider: It was Lily. At first, he felt wonderfully warm inside. A second later, the pleasant feeling was switched out with something a tad less pleasant; panic. His father would be furious! He threw his drawing in the bin, slightly embarrassed (his father had warned him. This made Chogan chuckle), and dashed out of his room, into the hall, not bothering to answer his father where the hell he was going. He put on his jacket, not wanting to scare the poor girl, and went outside, slamming the door on the way.
"What the hell are you doing here?!"
