it sure as hell ain't normal [TAYLOR] « Thread Started on Nov 11, 2007, 8:43pm »
No one was there. Why was no one there? Because it was raining, thats why. Skateboard in hand he was sitting on a small set of stairs, head in his hand, watching the grass grow. It was times like these that the rain was really frustrating. He skipped school to go skateboarding. And what happens? It rains all. fucking. day. It had been beautiful this morning- when he decided not to show up at school. Then of course, on his way to the skate park, it down poured on him. He was boycotting the rain. Sitting on the steps, staring at the grass, he hadn't moved in hours. Eyes fell to his watch which gladly beamed at him four thirty. Four thirty. And he still couldn't skate. A sigh of misery fell from his lips and heaved his chest, yet he made no other attempt to move other than this. Accompanied by a deep inhale he stood, soggy and sore, his skateboard in hand as he began his trek back to the apartment. The rather bright pink, black, and white Aqua Teen Hunger Force design on the bottom of his skateboard contrasted to the darkness of the clouds and the curtain the rain created. Carelessly he flipped his hat around on his head, the bill pointed backward and his soaking wet hair sticking out from underneath. He was quite the bedraggled image, the only thing of much color to him was the pink on his skateboard- and even that looked dull in the rain.
This pissed him off. Not to the point of "holy shit I'm going to kill someone" pissed off, just the "oh my god I want to throw babies" pissed off. A whole day he could've spent sleeping and drooling on his desk at school, was wasted sitting at the skate park in the rain. Oh well, he'd have to sleep during Math and Science tomorrow to make up for the loss. Those were usually his sketch funny pictures of the teacher periods, but he'd have to make a sacrifice for one day. You see, English was nap time. Photography was play on the computer and with cameras time. Math was draw funny pictures and make fun of the teacher time. P.E. was run around and throw balls at people time. Lunch was make fun of the insanely fat kids and their nachos time. Science was more drawing funny pictures. Art was, well, art. Computer Applications was get some kid in trouble by accusing him of looking at porn and nap time. Psychology was learn about really, really creepy people time. And United States History was nap time. Then time to go home. Lunch was his favorite period. Not because of the food, because to be honest- the food sucked ass. But because he found it most amusing to make fun of other people and their over protectiveness of their food. He never really understood that. These kids that were insanely fat, were always freaking out even if your pencil was two feet away from their tray. That was "too close". Actually, Jimmy could recall a time when he had gotten suspended for two days because he took the kid's tray and dumped it in the garbage. The kid cried. Jimmy told them he was saving the kid from his fatness. But that wasn't enough, so he got two days suspension. The day Jimmy was back in school, he dumped rotten milk on the fat ass's tray, informing the boy that he was a gentleman and a scholar and not to let anyone tell him anything different. That resulted in a week's suspension. Put simply, Jimmy was off on suspension more than he wasn't.
Another sigh echoed after him as he dragged himself up the stairs, slinking up each flight in a miserable fashion. Finally coming to the door he flung it open and sopped inside, kicking it shut behind him with a loud bang. There he dropped his skateboard, leaving it by the door, and as he continued through the apartment he undressed himself. His soaking wet shirt was on the kitchen floor, his hat was tossed somewhere in the hallway. Socks and shoes were flung across the living room, and his pants were left by the bathroom door. He shook his head, sending water flying through the bedroom as he searched the dresser for something else to wear. Despite the fact there was nothing in the dresser that was his clothing, he figured he would look anyway, just for the fun of it. He left nearly all of the drawers open and moved on to the closet, standing there just in his spiderman boxers- tapping his chin. Jimmy didn't have a whole lot of clothing, so how on earth he found it so difficult to find something to wear is incomprehensible. He burped then yawned as he snatched a pair of blue plaid pajama pants from a shelf in the closet and pulled them on. He hadn't said anything after barging into the apartment, which was an uncharacteristic thing for Jimmy, especially with the extremely annoyed expression he managed to keep. Taking a deep breath he skipped back down the hallway- into the kitchen, and kissed Penguin's forehead as she rolled over on the counter to face him. He opened the freezer and stared inside, pushing his lips to one side before grabbing a microwavable breakfast burrito and putting it in the microwave. Four minutes, the start button, and he picked Penguin up off of the counter and made his way back out into the living room. He picked up his hat from the floor and put it crooked on his head, sending his already messed up hair in a weirder twist. From there he just kind of skipped out into the living room and flopped onto the couch, staring at the TV. His jaw dropped, eyes fixed on the screen even as Penguin jumped off of him to snuggle up on the arm of the couch. "Teletubbies? No. Fucking. Way."
Re: it sure as hell ain't normal [TAYLOR] « Reply #1 on Nov 11, 2007, 9:43pm »
A low growl emerged from the young blonde’s throat as she threw her bags into the small jeep. Truthfully, it was a pretty crappy jeep, but it got her around and that was all she really cared about. She only needed a way to school, back home, and to the small building where she taught music lessons.
Even if it was a piece of crap that she constantly complained about, it beat walking.
It especially beat walking on a day like this one when it was raining elephants and giraffes. Taylor always tended to say something like that; she liked the idea of elephants falling from the sky more than dogs and cats. Dogs and cats couldn’t do damage, elephants could. She often imagined the elephant landing on the head of someone she felt intense dislike for.
Today, that someone just so happened to be the math substitute.
It had started off like a normal class period, save for the fact that the sub had no idea on earth what he was doing. When he asked for someone to explain a certain problem, Taylor raised her hand and explained the process of solving it the way the teacher had taught them to the day before.
The stupid man then had the nerve to tell her that she did it backwards.
How in the hell did she do it backwards when she was doing what the entire chapter was about?
The rain had put her in an even worse mood. She’d wanted to go out and run later, but because of the rain she highly doubted she’d be able to. More than likely she’d be stuck inside doing nothing but her homework for the rest of the evening. The thought didn’t appeal to her at all.
I mean, seriously, who would want to sit at home and complete a chapter review from their math class? The majority of the time the chapter reviews were at least seventy questions. She’d started it and had made it to the thirty-second problem, then answered the question of a girl in front of her, when the substitute walked over and decided to join the short conversation they’d struck up. Taylor wasn’t really one for people budging in on her conversations, so she’d dropped out quietly until the man actually began speaking to her.
It was a freaking math class. She didn’t need to know about the sub’s trip to Mexico and how he saw an Aztec basketball court.
She pulled onto the street of the apartments. Much to her dismay, she saw there were no parking places near the front of the building. She muttered a low curse, turning the car off before staring out the window into the wet surroundings. She knew there was no way she would be able to get inside without getting a little bit wet. By now the rain was coming down so fast that you’d drown if you stuck your leg outside your door. She grabbed her bags from the back seat and sucked in a breath before opening the door and jumping out. She had everything she needed (or so she thought); it was just a matter of getting inside without getting wet.
Only when she reached the front step of the building did she realize she’d left her bag of textbooks in the car. She’d brought her notebooks, but had left everything she needed to complete assignments behind. She groaned. By this time, she didn’t care if she was swept away by a hurricane. Her goal of not getting wet was abolished. There was no point in trying to stay dry anymore.
With a low growl, she trudged back to the car, unlocked it, then opened the door and grabbed her bag. When she had made sure she had everything she needed, she turned and walked back to the building.
Taylor opened the door and began her way to the apartment. She tested the door, finding it unlocked. She opened it carefully and silently made her way in. Her bags were then hung on a coat rack.
For a few moments she simply stared at the scene before her. Jimmy in his pajama pants, no shirt, wet hat, with Penguin, on the couch watching Teletubbies.
Well, that was typical, now wasn’t it?
Her mood brightened as she saw the door of opportunity open up before her.
Silently, she crept towards him making sure he wouldn’t hear her. She then made her presence known by jumping over the back of the couch and planting herself firmly upon his lap.
”Helloooo, sunshineeeee!” she chimed happily as she wrapped her arms around him in a large, wet hug. She giggled then stood and began plucking up his clothes off the floor like flowers out of a field. It didn’t really anger her, surprisingly. It was his usual behavior to simply leave things scattered about the apartment. She wouldn’t scold him for it by any means.
”So… for once I don’t find your underwear on the floor? That’s a disappointment.” she spoke as she threw the wet clothes into the hamper in the bathroom. She walked back out into the living area, going through her bags momentarily to make sure that nothing important had gotten wet. She heard the beeper on the microwave go off and looked over, her eyes widening at the sight.
She made her way over quickly, her wet pants sloshing and leaving trails of water on the linoleum floor. Taylor opened the microwave, peering inside before quickly grabbing whatever was inside and flinging it into the sink.
Whatever he had tried to make, it had caught on fire again.
He forgot the wrapper, she thought. The thought would’ve amused her, but she knew better than to laugh at something like that. Jimmy did things like this a lot, and most of them resulted in expensive consequences.
”What the hell was that supposed to be?” she asked from the kitchen, staring with an astonished expression into the sink at the somewhat blackened object.
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