Post by Devon on Mar 25, 2010 11:05:56 GMT -5
Devon felt mentally beaten when he walked through the parking lot, rubbing his neck in a vain attempt to alleviate the tightness of his muscles. Today he sparred verbally with one of his teachers until he was thrown out of the class. It was hard to have an intellectual debate with a high school graduate who forget to read his own curriculum. But it wasn't the debate that exhausted him, but how unbelievably stupid the man was.
He glanced up as he pulled his hand down from his neck, casually slipping his hands into the stomach pocket of his hooded sweatshirt, and jogged two feet to his right. The car that had been on course to hit him left with it's mirror bent back where he purposefully slammed his shoulder into it, muttering, "Jack ass."
Ignoring his sore shoulder as best he could Devon stepped between a car and his own transportation, a two year old polished black Kawasaki bike. One of the things that amazed him every day was that no one tried to steal it, or vandalize it, but he was still sure it was only a matter of time.
But for the moment he was just glad that it was once again intact. He lifted his left leg and slung it over the bike, and sat down. Devon fiddled with something in his pocket as he leaned back, resting his shoulders on the top seat as he pulled up his legs and crossed them, resting his ankles on the right handlebar as he pulled out a joint and a fifty cent lighter.
Lounging on his bike he lit up and relaxed, ignoring his hood as it slid off and showed his blond hair as the wind guided his smoke off to his left slowly.
He glanced up as he pulled his hand down from his neck, casually slipping his hands into the stomach pocket of his hooded sweatshirt, and jogged two feet to his right. The car that had been on course to hit him left with it's mirror bent back where he purposefully slammed his shoulder into it, muttering, "Jack ass."
Ignoring his sore shoulder as best he could Devon stepped between a car and his own transportation, a two year old polished black Kawasaki bike. One of the things that amazed him every day was that no one tried to steal it, or vandalize it, but he was still sure it was only a matter of time.
But for the moment he was just glad that it was once again intact. He lifted his left leg and slung it over the bike, and sat down. Devon fiddled with something in his pocket as he leaned back, resting his shoulders on the top seat as he pulled up his legs and crossed them, resting his ankles on the right handlebar as he pulled out a joint and a fifty cent lighter.
Lounging on his bike he lit up and relaxed, ignoring his hood as it slid off and showed his blond hair as the wind guided his smoke off to his left slowly.
