Post by Tyson Owen Cronshaw on Feb 18, 2010 17:51:45 GMT -5
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Tyson pushed open the main doors of the City Hall and was suddenly caught off guard by the bright sunlight now beating down from up above. He checked his Sekonda watch which he had recently been given as a gift from his parents which told him that it was indeed one o’clock in the afternoon. He let out a deep sigh of frustration, he had been indoors for almost five hours, no wonder his eyes were straining to adjust. He flipped out his sunglasses, eighties retro style, and slid them gently over his ears and into place. His eyes stopped complaining as his iris’s stopped stretching to accommodate for the midday sun.
Tyson set off down the large stone steps in a brisk pace as he flipped out his mobile phone. He had no text messages waiting for him and no missed calls, thus making him feel slightly lonely and on a Saturday afternoon to boot. It was already past midday so everybody he knew most likely had plans and wouldn’t be able to get away to spend time with him. He made it down the stone steps a few seconds later, Tyson slid his iphone back into the pockets of his jeans as he paused to look around. The street was quite empty, Tyson had expected to see many commuters hustling and bustling to get to their destinations, he wasn’t complaining, by any means empty streets were a welcome break from the condiments of the schools corridors.
Suddenly, a man bumped into Tyson whilst jobbing by. He looked like he was in a hurry and didn’t stop to check if Tyson was alright, moments later he was lost amongst the crowd. Tyson was knocked to the floor, the contents of his bag were scattered across the pavement. He darted an evil glance in the direction the man was heading but it was a pointless attempt to inflict guilt upon someone who could no longer there. He sighed, groaning sarcastically: “This is just what I needed!” Tyson started to collect up the various books, pens and papers that had been scattered far and wide, the task seemed tedious and without end as he hastily forced a book back into his bag, failing to realize someone had stopped to lend a hand.
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Status:Completed
Notes:Open to all!
