Post by Teagan Casey on May 18, 2011 3:10:04 GMT -6
Teagan didn’t do “grounded” very well. It was one of many human concepts he didn’t understand, along with shopping malls, school, and celebrities. When his adoptive parents grounded him for coming home late too many nights in a row, Teagan waited until they went to bed before he walked out the front door. His movements were quick and quiet, and he’d be back in his room before they even realized he was gone. He’d done it hundreds of times before.
He didn’t have a particular destination in mind. He just didn’t want to be in the house. He liked walking around the city during the wee hours of the night. That was when all the really interesting people came out. He liked to just prowl the streets watching everyone do whatever it was they were doing. It was better than TV, which was a crappy excuse for entertainment in Teag’s opinion.
The night air was cool and he was wearing a pair of sweatpants that made an annoying swishing sound when he walked. He didn’t like that and decided the pants would meet an unfortunate fate due to some convenient “accident” so he’d never have to wear them again. However, they were warm and not particularly uncomfortable. The hooded sweatshirt he wore over a thin white t-shirt was one of his favorites. It was red and made of a very soft, warm material. He’d also discovered, judging by comments from his classmates, that it was expensive.
Why his caregivers spent so much money on clothing for a boy that didn’t even belong to them was baffling to Teag. He supposed he should have been grateful, but really he was just indifferent.
Teagan found a bench on Sunset Strip and sat down. There was an iPod in his sweatshirt pocket and he had the tiny headphones in his ears. He really liked his iPod. He could listen to any music at all with the touch of a few buttons, and he still hadn’t managed to fill up the storage space. He was listening to Kanye West and drumming on his knees with his hands. Even if he didn’t see or meet anyone interesting, he could sit there all night just listening to music and being peacefully alone.
He didn’t have a particular destination in mind. He just didn’t want to be in the house. He liked walking around the city during the wee hours of the night. That was when all the really interesting people came out. He liked to just prowl the streets watching everyone do whatever it was they were doing. It was better than TV, which was a crappy excuse for entertainment in Teag’s opinion.
The night air was cool and he was wearing a pair of sweatpants that made an annoying swishing sound when he walked. He didn’t like that and decided the pants would meet an unfortunate fate due to some convenient “accident” so he’d never have to wear them again. However, they were warm and not particularly uncomfortable. The hooded sweatshirt he wore over a thin white t-shirt was one of his favorites. It was red and made of a very soft, warm material. He’d also discovered, judging by comments from his classmates, that it was expensive.
Why his caregivers spent so much money on clothing for a boy that didn’t even belong to them was baffling to Teag. He supposed he should have been grateful, but really he was just indifferent.
Teagan found a bench on Sunset Strip and sat down. There was an iPod in his sweatshirt pocket and he had the tiny headphones in his ears. He really liked his iPod. He could listen to any music at all with the touch of a few buttons, and he still hadn’t managed to fill up the storage space. He was listening to Kanye West and drumming on his knees with his hands. Even if he didn’t see or meet anyone interesting, he could sit there all night just listening to music and being peacefully alone.
