describe him


okay, so the assignment was to write a discriptive piece on either a person or a place. i had originally written one about being in a bar and watching a band play. but yeah.. that wasnt "school apropriate" so i wrote this one. (deticated to scott.. i finally did it, have a sandwich -muah-)

Sitting there, one person quietly stares off into the distance in a class of 500. Approaching him, you lock your mind. Thinking what they think, believing what they believe.
Smooth brown hair, cut so nicely on to. He stares through you, and thos luminous blue eyes pierce through your skin, with needles so thin they could be eyelashes. Glancing down you notice his shirt. Green with a group logo on it. Strange, he didn't seem like the type to belong to any of those groups. you move your pupils lower now, down to the floor. Old boots, beat up and worn down. Boots that have crawled out of windows, ben to a million parties, onto that massive football field and waled through these halls many times. Examining the outer shell, you long to know the true being. Back up to the top, an dlike a childs storybook villan, those eyes glare back at you as if they were calling out your name. You blink and try to ignore it, but those 3-dimensional eyes will not leave your presene. Looking into your soul and inviting you i. Do you dare examine the real person within that membrane? Do you dare look past those eyes that smile and see what he sees?
His past unravels at the push of a button. He opens his eyes and the swirling shades of blue pull you in. Anxiety fills his veins, the fush of adrenaline pumps through his heart. Personality parasites swarm you, as you try to finish the puzzle. A living puzzle, this boy, can you figure him out?
Waves of paranoia sweep over your body and you're pulled under by a current of masks. here one day and gone the next. He sweeps you away into the drama of his life, the drama of your dreams. Confesses his undying love for you and as the potion sinks in, Mr. Hyde slowly fades into Dr.Jackel. The fangs appear at midnight and the transformation takes place. You hear him screaming inside his mind, like a million teardrops, pounding on the rooftop, and washing away the previous day. Tears of blood are shed from the eyes of his soul, and he calls out your name. Screaming silently out the sentence he will soon face. Unknowingly pulling the trigger of hope. The crimson in his veins morphs into a characteristic so undescribable, you can almost taste it.
Open your eyes once again, and you're delt a new hand. From three aces and a jack to the queen of hearts, and a few diamonds. Recognizable features erode into your mind, as the interworkings of his mind slowly melt into yours. As if the tow of you were a jar of silly putty. Pulling away from you, another envious emotion peaks through the surface. Running away in the direction he came, bouncing back to a requiumed dream. Shivers shoot through your spine the closer you get, the further he seems behind. The rubix cube, so hard to solve without cheating can only be solved with one factor. Time.
You awake from this gret trance, as the echoing clock ticks away, clawing at your mind. His war welcoming soul confronted and contradicted by itself. And as you place the last pi8ece of the puzzle into its destination, the picture becomes clearer. You hear that final click of the rubix cube, completed at last.
The clock ticks once again, closing the lid of your tuper-ware brain, and everything changes. He smiles at you, you reply with a giggle or two, and they reverse their thoughts. They now think what you think, believe what you believe and they know what he knows.


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