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Hi, my name is Allan
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 5 with 1 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-03-29 18:25:36 |
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Allan looked at his fingers. They were curled around his white wrist band. It was the only thing that proved he existed. It was smooth plastic and reflected a twisted reflection of light from the ceiling. The walls were white-washed. They were unfriendly and cold but they had the feeling of home locked inside them, only to ooze out when he wasn't present. The windows were made of glass. The countless times they had told him that he couldn't escape managed to lower his determination enough for the petty allowance. The bed on which he sat was white to match. It was cleaned and washed regularly but no smell occupied it. This was the worst part of the room. There was no smell to greet or welcome him and tell him this was where he belonged. The only splash of colour was Allan's mousy brown hair and faded blue eyes. This was where he would spend his days until they decided what they wanted from him. He wasn't scared, he has been here for sixth months and the fear had gone with time.
Two years before Allan hadn't even known there was such a place as cold and unfriendly as this. He was among friends. He dreamed about them a lot. It was only in his controlled sleep that there would be faded images of friends.
Two years before, Allan sat at his school desk. His hands vaguely balancing a pencil and then his fingers letting loose so that it would make a tapping noise on the desk. He annoyed the teachers but it was also an alarm that showed he wasn't paying attention and was in his own world.
"Mr. Gimbino!" Mrs. Jones snapped fiercely pushing down on his desk - but not hard enough to make it shake. A ring gleamed on her finger protesting her unlikely innocence. Allan's small world soon faded away and the murky vision of an angry Mrs. Jones stood before him. Her hair was tied back in a brown bun, little strips of hair was trying to escape the tight clasp of her bobble. Her eyes were green and sharp. They pierced through Allan but he took no notice. He simply replied in a lame tone:
"Yes, Mrs Jones," Mrs. Jones smiled a crooked smile worthy of her withered face and walked slowly back to the front of the class whilst mumbling something about ignorant students.
Jamie poked Allan's back with a pencil. He turned round briefly to see Jamie's smiling face, gelled spiked blonde hair and toned features.
"You got told!" Jamie grinned. Allan turned back to face the front but Jamie continued. "What were you dreaming about this time?" He asked and then directed his thumb at the girl sitting by the window. "I bet it was Lilly," he jittered. Allan turned to look at Lilly. Her long black hair was tied into peg-tails and they curled like elegant paper snakes down her back. Her dark eyes glittered and gleamed as she looked out the window. She twirled her hair. It showed that she too wasn't paying any attention to Mrs. Jone's lecture on Pythagorus.
"No," Allan sighed back. "I-," he paused, wondering what he should say- "wasn't thinking about anything," Jamie squirmed and sat back on his seat behind his desk. A troubled look crossed his face. He knew a lie when it was a lie. There was something Allan wasn't telling him or anyone, for that matter. There was something that had changed him into becoming a more quiet and subtle person than the outgoing and noisy reck he was before. |
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I'm gonna read the other parts.