Marcus Hawkins
Stories (1/0)
Changless
It was so similar to every other day. It was winter and the cold always took a toll on him. The trek was the same, as he cut thru the park in route to the bus and off to school. As he braced himself for the cold he also had to prepare himself for the inevitable encounter. His nemesis was Chris. The person that felt it his personal responsibility to torture and tease him ad nauseum, making his life a living hell. He had just recently found a way around the normal daily events. In just switching up his daily routine by thirty minutes, he had been able to avoid the wrath of his chastier. He had stumbled on this completely by accident. Just one day he had been awoke by the noise that normally fades into the background of his neighborhood. The yelling, the screaming, the cars playing music loud all of it that normally had no bearing on himself had woke up that morning. So he decided to start his day earlier and that thirty minutes had made all the difference in his world.
By Marcus Hawkins3 years ago in Criminal