Post by Zander Black on Sept 6, 2007 19:21:46 GMT -5
Zander sat outside Wal-Mart. He stared blankly at the black pavement for more then two hours now. Some of the staff was taking bets on how much longer he was gonna stay. He actually didn’t know. It was Friday afternoon; he had absolutely no plans for this weekend like he usually did. He had no life really. Outside is ‘pack’ this is what he usually did besides hanging around with Kacy. He did have a few other plans, but they weren’t as cool as Kacy.
After a few moments he heard whispering of some of the staff pleading that he left. He thought about it for a few minuets, and he decided: He was going inside. He got up from the floor, brushing off the scum from the street off his denim jeans.
He walked inside, some of the Staff pleased with themselves he scanned the isles for a few minuets. Then he found it: THE BALL OF DOOM! It was one of those giant balls that he uses to play with when he was younger. Now he just used them to throw them down the isle to see how many people he can get by accident. Or how many people will chase him down Wal-Mart.
He picked one red ball, and he dribbled it down all the way to the first isle. He watched it, concentrating at the other end. After a few seconds, he tossed it. Pleased that it bounced back and hit an unaware kid’s knee who seemed stunned that a ball came out of nowhere.
After repeating the process a good ten times, he got bored. Now, he found himself staring at cereal wondering which one would taste the best. He stared on and on, and somehow he fell asleep with his eyes wide open and standing up examining a Frosted Flakes box.
After a few moments he heard whispering of some of the staff pleading that he left. He thought about it for a few minuets, and he decided: He was going inside. He got up from the floor, brushing off the scum from the street off his denim jeans.
He walked inside, some of the Staff pleased with themselves he scanned the isles for a few minuets. Then he found it: THE BALL OF DOOM! It was one of those giant balls that he uses to play with when he was younger. Now he just used them to throw them down the isle to see how many people he can get by accident. Or how many people will chase him down Wal-Mart.
He picked one red ball, and he dribbled it down all the way to the first isle. He watched it, concentrating at the other end. After a few seconds, he tossed it. Pleased that it bounced back and hit an unaware kid’s knee who seemed stunned that a ball came out of nowhere.
After repeating the process a good ten times, he got bored. Now, he found himself staring at cereal wondering which one would taste the best. He stared on and on, and somehow he fell asleep with his eyes wide open and standing up examining a Frosted Flakes box.
