Post by monkeybread on Oct 24, 2009 17:34:41 GMT
Vincent hid in the empty classroom, with its arrays of books and stacked desks, he layed on the floor where over him he had made a desk like fort, which if anyone walked in would think someone had randomly stacked the desks.
Vincent liked being alone, and didn't like it, he felt empty almost, like there was a hole, and it made him sick.
A few hours ago he had been in his room, making it more like his in wales;pictures on the wall, pillow thrown everywhere, a occasional soda can, empty and half full. He sigh closing his eyes, what was he going to do? The smell of dust entered his nose, not very pleasant but it wasn't any differnt from his room.
Vincent liked being alone, and didn't like it, he felt empty almost, like there was a hole, and it made him sick.
A few hours ago he had been in his room, making it more like his in wales;pictures on the wall, pillow thrown everywhere, a occasional soda can, empty and half full. He sigh closing his eyes, what was he going to do? The smell of dust entered his nose, not very pleasant but it wasn't any differnt from his room.