Post by timothy byron on Jan 3, 2012 18:32:02 GMT -7
I'm giving him a whole five minutes to run to the dean, to find salvation, to live another day. My yellow eyes are fixed on the neon green numbers of my digital clock. The seconds are slipping away like hours. My breathing slows, my shoulders release all tension, and a wickedly sinister smirk plays with my lips, as the digital three turns into a four. I ignore my trashed dorm room. I walk into the hall and leave my sink bombed room open for all to smell. If I'm dealing so is everyone else.
My legs slowly transition from a walk to a full out sprint. I rush down the stairs, until I'm close enough to hurl my body at the doors. They open and swing for me like a broken neck. I don't pretend to think that the filthy human would be smart enough to hide. I bet my blood the idiot is braggin' to as many people as he can. Which means his ass is in the quad.
I dodge in and out of students. I'm almost there. I can see the bastard encircled it a crowd of his so called friends.
I'm suddenly tumbling to the ground. I roll onto my back and tuck my feet beneath me. Every muscle in my body tenses, as I slowly rise. I glance over my shoulder and feel no guilt as I see a scrawny teen fumbling with his things that were now all over the place.
