Post by mrducky234 on Jan 19, 2010 22:35:33 GMT -5
Michael sat in the corner of library with books piled all around him. Although he had finished the project he had come down here for long ago he had nothing better to do. As Michael flipped absent mindedly through a book on the various rocks found under the earth's crust his mind drifted off back to the days before he was shipped off to this place. Back to the times when him and his sister would stay up late into the night watching TV and laughing at the most stupid things. Or when they'd sneak into the kitchen at 2 in the morning and bake a cake just for fun. That was all before his "problems", as his parents called them, really started to manifest.
His mind then drifted to darker thoughts. he thought back on that fateful night, the dinner party. It had started out like any other of mother's stupid get togethers. Michael was forced to wear uncomfortable clothing he didn't like, and sit around a table with people he couldn't care less about. But there was something different about this night, sure the beginning of the night went on as usual. The food was alright, he was surrounded by the usual people, but there was a couple of new people, children of one of his father's new associates he assumed. He hated them. The oldest one was the tall handsome type, who was hanging around Samantha like the plague. The middle child was for lack of a better term, an ass, he harassed the servers, and annoyed everyone in sight. The youngest one was this little girl who was so bratty Michael didn't even know it was possible.
Late into the party, after desert had been served Michael sat in the corner of the room and watched as the oldest of the boys kept hitting on his sister. Well after a short time the boy kept making farther and farther advances. Samantha rejected them, but the boy ignored her, and kept going, causing her to yell. At that moment Michael became very angry. He stood up and picked up a serving tray and walked up to the oldest boy, and despite the fact that he was bigger, swung the tray at the back of the boy's head, sending him sprawling on the floor.
Mikel heard someone cough him and was pulled back into reality. Looking down he saw the book still open to the page he last remembered it on. I hate this place , he thought to himself, and he ran his hands through his hair.
His mind then drifted to darker thoughts. he thought back on that fateful night, the dinner party. It had started out like any other of mother's stupid get togethers. Michael was forced to wear uncomfortable clothing he didn't like, and sit around a table with people he couldn't care less about. But there was something different about this night, sure the beginning of the night went on as usual. The food was alright, he was surrounded by the usual people, but there was a couple of new people, children of one of his father's new associates he assumed. He hated them. The oldest one was the tall handsome type, who was hanging around Samantha like the plague. The middle child was for lack of a better term, an ass, he harassed the servers, and annoyed everyone in sight. The youngest one was this little girl who was so bratty Michael didn't even know it was possible.
Late into the party, after desert had been served Michael sat in the corner of the room and watched as the oldest of the boys kept hitting on his sister. Well after a short time the boy kept making farther and farther advances. Samantha rejected them, but the boy ignored her, and kept going, causing her to yell. At that moment Michael became very angry. He stood up and picked up a serving tray and walked up to the oldest boy, and despite the fact that he was bigger, swung the tray at the back of the boy's head, sending him sprawling on the floor.
Mikel heard someone cough him and was pulled back into reality. Looking down he saw the book still open to the page he last remembered it on. I hate this place , he thought to himself, and he ran his hands through his hair.