Post by nathan roberts! on Jun 4, 2008 5:10:21 GMT -5
he said “i’ll protect you like
you are the crown jewels” yet,
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for some reason, the park was a desolate place. it was absolutely blank, and not even pieces of flying papers were fluttering by, and the only form of live, breathing objects were the birds on the trees, which also one of the two signs of life forms. something happened to startle the birds, who were now flying away in disgust as a short but lean boy with odd black hair entered the gate and was skipping around, singing some songs that were blasting heavily through his earphones. they seemed to be by the band sighted south, who were touring in that area at the moment. if the birds had minds, they would probably be thinking that this strange dude would be either a) a hardcore fan of sighted south or b) someone who plays for sighted south, since he was imitating the the strings using his non existant air guitar. it seemed that he knew every move, every strike and every blast, every string and every cord. singing quietly the last verse, he collapsed onto one of the very few park benches, his orange shirt clad back hitting the wood of the bench, making it ache painfully. not that he cared much. his tiny boy body made him shiver at the breeze of cool air that was signaling that it was going to rain soon enough. he rolled down and laid on the cold grass this time, staring at the pink-gray glow of the sad looking sky. his mind was boggled, hair messy, and the band of his boxers showing on top of his black skinny jeans, revealing the messy, slanted all caps handwriting that read NATE ROBERTS FOO. the name had smudged, and the thickness and quality of the handwriting made it clear that he had written it with a sharpie.
closing his eyes, nate made the surrounding space feel as if it was a bed. the tiny flowerbed would serve as a good plush pillow, smells good too, and the thick, humid air was heavy enough to serve as a warm, suffocating blanket. he was trying to contact his so called inner chi (he was watching too much of avatar the last airbender, definitely) which obviously was never in him. he was sighing heavily as the sun became blocked by a dark rain cloud. the sky was really dark by now. his ipod turned to the quieter indie pop band camera obscura, and he cocked his head to his left and stared at the copper colored gates that were staring back at him. this time he started wondering what would the reason be why the park was empty of people. none at all if you considered nate an alien. he turned back at the sky, his pointy nose pointed back at the maroon sky, his eyes glancing at the birds who were flying by. he grinned at them like they would see it. he would definitely be a bird if he was an animal. maybe a woodpecker, because it definitely gets satisfied fast. like he was, all he had to do was go call his foster father for something he wanted. he was frowning upon the mention of his own father in his mind.
his father hadn't known that nate had known his adoption. yet his father still loved him more than his real father would have probably loved him. sighing, he faced the sky, thinking of something to do.
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