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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 11:51 am
The stars had twinkled over his head; the wind had blown, ruffling his hair and rustling the leaves. There was a crisp scent to it. Something still, something slow. It was tiresome.
As Jack rested against the ground of the beach, listening to the small crash of the waves, he had felt his heart tick. He had watched the sky with no particular interest, unenthusiastic about their rhythmic twinkle. A cold feeling had settled in - a distant, aching feeling. The quietness, the stillness, and the darkness was unnerving. Only his breath, his heart, and the winds and waves resounded against the setting, and all did little to comfort his weary mind. He couldn't sleep. He was afraid to sleep! Too much had tapped his mind, and though he had resolved the conflicts, he had not resolved the terror of not knowing.
Jack was intimidated by the object of change, and the horror of memory. The longer the time to pass, the more he looked back and realized that he were in a poor situation. At the same time, he understood how lucky he was. His beating heart proved his life; its throbbing, while it hurt on occasion, was enlightening of the fact that it was all real. There was no escaping it. Hour after hour, and through the days, he had encountered the number of people. The situation's gravity was no secret, though he did not understand it. All he understood was that he hurt.
He wanted to go home. Nothing would change that. Unfortunately, the odds of that happening were growing slimmer. His life was slipping through his fingers, and there was nothing he could do to change it. No matter the promise he made, or the bargain he attempted, he always shut his eyes and opened them to find the same forsaken scene, and the same loneliness.
The waves had crashed. The wind had picked up, and, in annoyance, Jack had pushed himself off of the ground. His bare feet had dug into the sand as he stretched his limbs, a stony expression locked onto his face. Hesitantly, he had glanced at the pillow he had made of his jacket by balling it up. He had watched his things before giving a sharp 'tch' and beginning on a walk. If he couldn't sleep, then he would find something else to do.
And it was during that walk that he grew to realize how naive he had been acting. He spent the day moping and mourning. He spent the night in fear of getting sick - of becoming some deformed thing like the people he had encountered, and, when he dreamed, he always was met with the same nightmare of the plane going down. His day was filled with those petty details, and, as he walked, he wanted to laugh at how silly it was. It had only been a few days. It had only been a short while!
A smile had been planted on his face as he kicked up a bit of the sand. His hands had grasped his hair, tugging it lightly before smoothing it back. Perhaps the focusing on how bad everything was made it bad? Perhaps thinking about it was what made it horrible? If he just let it go, then he would be alright. If he believed it would be okay, he would be okay. He wouldn't get sick. He felt fine. There was no way he could turn into something like that boy, or that man. Something would happen for him. It would all work out in the end, that was what he had to believe!
Until that day, he had to make the best of everything. Didn't he? Moping wasn't the way to do it! Shivering in the dark wasn't the way to do it!
His heart had began to beat at a much more wild pace. A light, half entertained laugh had left his throat as he began kicking up more dirt. He ran a short while, pausing only to resume his thought. His mind had stopped, however, when his eyes had met the water, and the jungle, and the sky. He felt his chest sink. The smile on his face had grown as he became lax. An adventure. He would make it an adventure, and he would have some fun. Every day. Hope - he had to keep hoping - and he had to be happy.
The thoughts had gradually fallen away - like the waves as they moved. Stretching a bit more, he had taken to a new idea. His hands had grasped the rim of his sweater as he had tugged it off, tossing it on the sand. He had done the same with his jeans, leaving only the pair of shorts beneath. He was going to go swimming! That would be fun, and it would likely tire him out and make sleeping easy! The idea excited him as he made sure his things were settled to together; when he was finished, he had run, and he had nearly leaped against the water, kicking and splashing it vigorously. He hadn't stopped, his boisterous noise ringing all the louder as he moved to make the game more entertaining.
"BANG! BANG! Schhh! Pow!" Jack had howled, his chuckling growing with each sound effect made for the splashing water. Eventually, he had turned it into his own reeling. His own fantasy soccer game. "And it's Jackie Aubrey with the ball! Left, left, left, right, will he lose it? No! There he goes, there he goes, and the ball is flying - it's a goal! Goal! The crowd's going wild - and the game is over!" He had slowed his kicking. His fingers had cupped about his mouth, and he had let out a loud, mock crowd noise before dropping his arms at his sides. His chest had heaved - and he had felt the calm.
The storm inside was gone.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 9:10 pm
Kainalu had done what she always had when her heart and mind were troubled and she couldn't sleep.
She went to the ocean.
Always it was a source of comfort and joy and security to her. When the sound of her own mind going over and over the same topics, the same rush and tumble and constant stream of thoughts of everyday life, when she just couldn't stop -thinking- long enough to slip into sleep. That was when she'd slip beneath the surface of the dark waters and dive down deep. Sometimes she'd go out far, sometimes she'd stay near the shore, but always she went as deep as she could. And when she reached that magical depth that only she could be sure of she exhaled just enough so that she wouldn't have to work to stay under. The bubbles would rush up, and she'd close her eyes.
She would listen to the sound of the sea. It's subdued sounds, the muffled lap of waves upon the shore, the strange rushing sound of a fish being startled and turning and swimming away quickly. And once or twice, the magical song of whales singing.
Years and years of spearfishing had helped her to condition the ability to hold her breath for a very long time and she could stay under long enough to relax. And if the first dive didn't sooth her enough she went down again.
This night, she'd dove at least three times. It was during the third that she heard the far-off crash of splashes and a muffled, unfamiliar voice. Kai turned upward and swam. She broke the surface quietly, blinking her eyes open to see someone standing a distance into the water, standing quietly now with his hands at his sides.
Kainalu hung back a little bit, feeling her chest seize up at the thought of it being one of those strange changed people. It was a little difficult to tell exactly in the darkness. She immediately pushed that fear down, though. She'd spent enough time with Aiden to have decided on her own that it the inhabitants of this island were not monsters, they were human, or mostly at least. She called out tentatively.
"Hello...?" She swam forward as she spoke, reaching a spot where she could get her feet under her and began tread-walking closer until she was an arm's length away. She wore her rainbow colored bikini.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 9:36 pm
Standing there, simply breathing, was the greatest feeling he had ever had. He felt at peace. The chill of the wind as it blew and the texture of the tiny droplets of water clinging to his body were distinct. It felt nice. It felt different, in a way, and, accompanied by positive thoughts, it was perfect. It was a new sensation.
A loud breath had been taken in; Jack's chest had puffed out before he had blown the air away. His eyes had fallen shut for the moment as the action were repeated at a longer interval; then they had snapped open. His feet had nearly scrambled, his head had jotted from one side to another in a rush of confusion. A voice had shattered the suddenly peaceful solitude. His face had flushed a bright red from embarrassment and nervousness.
Hesitating only a moment, he had began to back out of the water. His eyes had been wide as he searched, not daring to speak without the visual accompaniment. After a while of moving away, of regaining his composure from surprise, he had encountered a woman. His eyes had met her figure, and he had become deathly still. Like a cornered mouse, he had watched her, only moving to wrap his arms about himself and lightly rub his scraggly shoulders.
Whoa!, his mind had blurted out meekly and childishly. His mouth had opened, then had closed as the flush of his face had grown all the more. The mind of a twelve year old boy. "U-uhm." He had began to stammer, tilting his head a little. His eyes had never left her, trying to make out the figure in the dark.
"Hello? I mean... I mean, hello!" He had breathed, shaking his head quickly. His shoulders hand hunched; his hold on himself had tightened. "This. Who're you?" He had asked at last, diverting his gaze momentarily.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 9:44 pm
Kainalu squinted through the darkness, she didn't see a tail... she didn't see any other sign of The Changed as she had begun calling them in her mind.
"Oh... I'm Kai. Sorry, did I scare you?" Knowing that she must have startled this person made her forget that -he- had startled -her- badly at first. "What's your name? Are you... are you human?" Her voice dropped in pitch as she said the last word. If it was one of the changed then she might insult them.
Kai shifted slightly, she could tell now that the person in front of her was young, far younger than her. A child. She spread her hands out in front of her, as though to show him that she didn't have anything changed about her either.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 10:00 pm
"Of course I'm human!" His mind had shot the answer quickly and defensively. The plagued rush of the dilemma had nearly thrown him into a temper. The idea of being anything other than human was difficult. As far as he was concerned, he was one hundred percent fine.
His chest had puffed out for a moment before the breathing had resumed. He had calmed himself down and had began shaking his head ridiculously, as if to apologize for the outburst. "I'm sorry."
Jack's feet had waded lightly through the waves; he had taken a step closer, and had leaned forward to see the arms. His mind had clicked, and his face had brightened with relief. Though he had grown accustomed to the idea of meeting ... rather deformed people ... he wasn't all that comfortable. The more he saw, the more doubt he held within his mind that things were safe. He wanted clarity, and finding someone who appeared relatively normal created that security.
"You're normal too? He wasn't lying when he said everyone wasn't sick!" Jack had exclaimed. The woman was normal as could be, and that had left him feeling elated. Smiling coyly, he had swung his arms before relaxing them behind his head. "No. You didn't scare me. I'm not scared of anything!" He'd proudly admitted, omitting the fact that it were blatantly false. The idea of appearing tough overrode the idea of being honest. It had appeared as if he were going to ramble his relief when he paused. That made four people he knew were in existence - two who weren't entirely ... Right, and one who was fine.
His smile had remained cheeky before he had lowered his arms once more, glancing down and uneasily shifting when he had realized he stood bare in his boxers. Being caught in his underwear by a girl wasn't exactly ego-boosting. "I was starting to think everyone here was probably sick. Everyone's looked funny - really weird. Tails, and fins, and skin that's not colored right." He had laughed. "Wow! Uhm... I'm..." His smile had diminished and he had glance once more, trying to look the girl in the eye, but failing as kids often did. "My name's Jack."
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 10:20 pm
She smiled wanly as the boy had his outburst. A strong urge to hug him came over her but she refrained. Instead she simply stood where she was, holding out her hand to him for shaking. "Of course, I'm normal. Nice to meet you, Jack."
But what had he been saying about sickness...? No one had mentioned that sort of thing to her when explaining this strange phenomena of change within themselves.
She decided to not talk about it anymore. Like Jack she was more than elated to realize that there was someone else not yet... 'weird' as the boy had said. She tilted her head to the side, hair falling over her shoulders. She realized that he wasn't looking at her and wondered, with a guilty glance down at herself, if he was embarrassed because she was so scantily clad?
"A midnight swim?" As she said this she sat down, successfully submerging most of her torso into the water. From the tops of her breasts up, however, she was exposed, maybe this would make him feel better? God knew she didn't want to make the kid go away.
For once she didn't feel tense and anxious. "I like to swim at night... it makes me feel a little bit more relaxed. Jack, how did you get here?" The question popped into her head and splurted from her mouth without too much thought. How -had- a child gotten to this island? Her brows furrowed as she tilted her head to the side. "Did you take a boat here?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 10:50 pm
Jack had watched her hand with the same wariness that could be expected. He had lightly gnawed the inside of his cheek before he face had become stern. His hand had grasped hers, and he had shaken it lightly before the comfortable smile had returned to his face.
The flush of his face had seemed to diminish gradually. As with most things, he had adapted. The funny, immature nature of his attitude had lowered in its own way, leaving only the casual sheepishness of being with a stranger. Kai had startled him, that was a certainty, but, with the ticking moments, it became nothing awkward. Then she had sat down. His brows had given a quizzical expression before he had shrugged his shoulders. "Nice to meet you too?" His voice had piped in its squeaking pitch, the words feeling less than casual for him. They were formal. Formality was something he was not used to.
"I'm not a good swimmer." Jack had admitted before nudging a bit of the water with his foot, listening to it splash. "The water feels good, though. It's like taking a bath. I was just walking and thought of that, and, well..." He had given a nod of his head, and a shrug of his shoulders as if it were the explanation for himself. "It's fun. It's way too dark to do anythi--"
His mind had jolted as he had processed her question. The words had rang, providing that unseemly and uninviting memory. The jitter of the craft, and the struggle. He had felt his heart stop. His chest had tightened painfully, an his mind had seemed to panic before he eased, giving only a stammering noise. "N-n-n-no. No." He had choked, nearly gasping. "It was..." None of her business, but, maybe she knew more than anyone else? She didn't seem to behave like them.
"I've never been on a boat." Jack had murmured. His legs had felt weak. "It was..." Why did it unnerve him so much? All of the senses, all of the thoughts. It was difficult. It stressed him. "The plane crashed, or... It landed, but it sank. I fell out; I couldn't catch the boat. I'm not a good swimmer, and I don't remember. I don't remember. Just that it crashed and everyone was scared and I hit this lady in the head and fell out of the door." His face had stiffened, the dread and trauma clear. His words had seemed to fade off; he had seemed to fade off, as if lost in that thought.
"Doesn't matter." He'd stated bluntly. His mouth had turned to a frown, and his eyes had housed that prior feeling of nothing. The magic words. It would take him a moment to drive it away, if he could. Why had he mentioned it at all? Inwardly, he cursed himself. "I just woke up here. That's all!" His voice had raised, the pitch frantic and distinct in its finality. His hands had shaken; his shoulders had shaken. He'd breathed, giving Kai an odd look, before dropping it. Still he struggled with words. With thought.
"I'm from Alaska." Seattle, his mind had corrected, bringing back the old quarrel of which he was going to call his home.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 11:10 pm
Kai's brows arched further together, out of worry rather than curiosity now, though. She felt a pang in her chest. Jack seemed so distressed about it... a crashed plane and hitting someone on the head. Kainalu couldn't begin to understand his mixed up jumble of an explanation but she could tell that it was something that bothered him.
She bit her lip, reaching out to take Jack's hand. It wasn't something to pity him, or to souly make him feel better. It was to make herself feel better, too.
"I'm from Hawaii.. I was... I was spear fishing when a rip current - like an undertow, but something that happens out in the water away from the shore - got me. I couldn't remember which way was shore.. or up.. so I just swam with the pull because I got scared." She gave her own slightly shuddery sigh at the memory. She'd never been afraid of the water before then. "When I finally got to the surface I sort of passed out. When I woke up there was... nothing. I think I was floating around for a few days before I got here..." She shook her head and gave Jack's hand a squeeze. She had felt like she needed to share her story to him since he'd given her his.
She smiled up at him, her nose wrinkling slightly in a good-humored nature. "Alaska? Did you ever see a polar bear?" It was an honest question. She'd lived on the islands all her life, after all.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 8:47 am
There had been the looming threat of death on his shoulders during that incident. Though he boasted a lack of fear, it was something incomprehensible; he hadn't been capable of imagining the situation when it had happened, and even after it had taken him the day to truly recall the circumstance. He wished he didn't. It had been bothering him ever since, and each time he remembered the various things he did and the chaos that had broken out. It had been madness. Simple madness!
Jack had recoiled lightly at the feel of skin against skin, a hand against his hand. His head had tilted down to look at the source, and he had said nothing. He had done nothing, seemingly not being phased; though he were more than grateful of the gesture.
The thin line on his face had flickered. His shoulders had tensed, then had relaxed, as if he had given a shrug over the matter and set it aside in haste. It was something he did not want to discuss in detail. Nothing changed it; it still petrified him to imagine it.
"You're from Hawaii?" He'd blinked, giving the girl a look of disbelief. His infatuation with the island was plain, as with most individuals. A vacation spot hardly seemed like a place to live, but it sounded fun all the same. The surprise had lowered to that somber tone over the somber subject. His eyes had glanced back at the beach and jungle, then at the water. "I don't know what spear fishing is ... When'd you get here? Have you been counting? I can't remember; I lost track, and I don't know what day it is."
The concern had wavered as he had laughed, his face suddenly brightening and losing it's pallor. Polar bears! "I never saw a polar bear! Me and my mom and dad? We moved from Seattle - that's Washington. I wasn't there long." His chortling had softened, though the amusement had remained there in his voice. "I don't think there are any polar bears." His nose had wrinkled somewhat.
Quietly, he had began walking out of the water, feeling his feet sink far into the wet sand as he went, shaking the water from his hair and body. "You met some of the people here, right? Was one green-looking? Did you see a Chinese guy with a weird tail?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 5:17 pm
Kainalu chuckled. Most people thought living in Hawaii must be some sort of fantastical life-long vacation. She wasn't much for pulling all the hokey Hawaiian talk and traditional show to impress the tourists, but she nodded, speaking in her native. "Ua ola no i ka pane a ke aloha."
She sighed, shifting in the water. "I'm not sure. I slept for a long time... Kara might know, though. I think she made sure I was alright." She didn't mention that she was only just beginning to feel stronger since washing ashore.
Her cheeks flushed a little. She'd honestly thought that there were polar bears in Alaska. "Were there penguins? I guess me asking you those kind of things is like you asking me if I ever held onto a whale's fin for a ride, though." She gave a sheepish shrug, letting go of his hand as he began walking back toward shore. She stood up and headed toward it herself. The sands were still warm and when she was out of the water she dug her toes into the sand, casting about for her backpack which held her change of clothes.
She blanched just a tiny bit as he talked about the changed people, biting her lip. "I saw the one with the green tail... Wesley. I didn't see any Chinese guy, though. I just know Kara and Aiden... Aiden's fuzzy. Kara's just sort of gray."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 6:04 pm
An inward smile had befallen him at the distinct sound of a language he had never truly noted. It was smooth and interesting, like most foreign sounds tended to be for the brain of the non multi-lingual. In a way, he wished he could show off in such a manner.
At least he could do tricks with his ball. If it were with him, he may have opted to boast his skilled feet, his ability to keep the ball in the air through a bounce on his knees, feet, or head. He could do it for a long time at that, and it was a fine talent in his own mind!
Before he could make the suggestion, he had let it go in favor of grabbing his jeans and covering the garments that embarrassed him. He simply had been uncomfortable with the idea of being found in his private wear ... By a girl, anyway. It was funny, but hardly inviting. As he buttoned the pair of pants, moving a little at the feel of wetness dispersing into the fabric from the wet boxers, he had given a laugh. Whale riding. That almost sounded fun. "You have done that, right? I would have! It'd be cool!" He had nodded his head several times before scooping up his sweater, shimmying into it with a struggle to find the proper holes for his limbs.
Once his head had popped through the right hole, his arms had followed. He hadn't bothered to smooth out the wrinkles of the clothing, having been distracted by the names and the multiple comments. There was the chance he would never know what day it was again; that wasn't good. He wanted the date. He wanted to know how long it had been. His shoulders had rolled; his head had tilted upward to look at the starry sky, to scan it for an answer. Then he had broken from it. He had began counting the names. He remembered Wesley. Wesley. Ta. There was the girl ... Her name was ... Kai...? She'd mentioned a Kara and and Aiden, and he remembered the name Skye. That made seven people if he included himself. That was seven definite people stuck, and, by the sound of it, the majority of them were likely sick.
His gut had twisted at the thought, a feeling of dread washing over him. "His name's Ta. He doesn't speak English very well." Jack had explained, in reference of the 'Chinese guy'. "That's all you've seen? So that makes seven!"
What purpose had counting served? Why had he even bothered? Why had he been asking? Perhaps he was simply curious what they were doing ... How they were. After all, they had both looked horrific when he had first witnessed them. His bursting of that statistic had faltered when it lost its intention. Biting his lower lip, he had seemed to fall to thought once again.
"Did they tell you anything? I don't ... I heard that they're sick, but I don't know what's going on at all. I've never met an Aiden or a Kara."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 6:18 pm
She grabbed her bag, reaching in and taking out her skirt and shimmying into it with a soft laugh. "I've never seen a whale in person, so no. I've heard them singing before, though. It's beautiful."
She stood up straight, reaching back to grab her hair and wring the water out of it, giving it a half twist and swooping it up into a loose knot at the back of her head. Very high potential for snarls and tangling, due to her wavy hair, but it kept it up and out of her way. She sat down in the sand, wrapping her arms around her knees. Her brows furrowed and she looked over at the boy beside her. "Wesley told me that it wasn't a sickness. They thought it was at first, but they just started changing, I think? I don't know... it's weird. It's really weird."
She rested her cheek on her knees. "Aiden didn't seem to mind it. Whatever it is. Who told you it was a disease?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 6:57 pm
His mind had veered to its defensive state without a moment of hesitation. "No, it's a sickness!" He had insisted with determination. The zeal of his voice was uncanny and pleading that it be left at that. "Not everyone's got it - that's what Ta said."
Had Ta said that? Or had Jack imagined it? Had he imagined that entire meeting? The girl said she hadn't seen him, and Jack hadn't seen him either. Was there a chance he'd dreamed that? No! He didn't want to believe that, and he wouldn't. "He said there's a guy named Skye who's normal too ... I think. I think that's what he said, but it has to be a sickness."
He had shaken his head quickly before covering his eyes with his hands, rubbing at them with the palms. "Or something like it." He added with a whisper, his voice toning down. Out of control; he couldn't contain himself. Fine one moment, and the next he felt frantically desperate. Would it ever stop? "Why else would people just start changing?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 8:24 am
Kainalu bit her lip, realizing she'd made a mistake. It'd been a trick question without either of them realizing it. Jack wasn't at fault, he was just young. Kai shifted forward on her knees, wonderig if he'd pull away even as she gingerly wrapped her arms around the young boy in a hug.
She could feel him trembling, or at least she thought she could. "I don't know..." Her voice was soft as she looked past the boy's shoulder toward the water. The soft sound of waves lapping upon the shore was constant and soothing. She sighed. "I don't know."
It bothered him that these people were different... it bothered Kai a little bit that she wasn't so afraid. Was there something wrong with her? Half-animal people wasn't normal and yet...
But she told herself they were human, and they were, she knew it. Perhaps that's what made it easier. She could focus on the humanity rather than the horror of the deformities and mutations.
"But hey, we'll get off this island. Remember, I drifted from Hawaii, I bet it's not too far from the islands. Eventually there'll be a fishing boat out this way and we'll be okay!" She smoothed her hand over his hair in a motherly fashion. She wanted to protect this boy, regardless of barely knowing him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 2:07 pm
There was the notion of frustration; he felt like a child, but he wanted to be a man. Two different concepts that worked against one another. Two different desires, and two different expectations. On any normal day, he may have yanked away and been disturbed by the touch of a stranger. On any normal day, he would not have sufficed to interact with someone so much older than himself unless there were reason. It was not a casual day, though. Nothing was - and though he had not spoken it, he was extraordinarily happy to see someone normal. He felt less crazy; it seemed a little easier to stand.
Without protest or much thought behind the action, Jack had grasped Kai. He had held onto her tight; his cheeks had puffed in that almost pouting manner. The quiver had nearly become a characteristic. Shock, panic. Something of the nature, but he had been through a lot for someone with so short a life. The jitter was a reaction; the defense was a reaction. He had not been capable of helping himself.
"It has to be, and I'm not getting it." He'd managed after a time. . "I don't want to be like that; you've seen it! A freaky tail, and weird feet..." He had failed to dilute the bigotry; it was difficult, however, for such a thing to occur. It was beyond logical boundaries. In time, he would grasp it. Surely. But the words that left his mouth were far from accepting. "I can't get something like that; it's like being at a Circus."
Hawaii. That was right. She had just mentioned Hawaii - that meant they were possibly near something. If he looked every now and then, he'd find something. That was how it worked, wasn't it? But looking made him tired; it made him feel sick to his stomach. It was too heart-wrenching, and so he never searched for long before quitting and attempting to do something else for himself. There was only so much to do at that.
"I've been looking for a boat; I haven't seen one at all." Jack had bitten his lip. As if realizing he had grabbed onto Kai at the feel of his smoothed hair, he had shifted away. His face had flushed that sheepish red. He had refused to look up from the ground after stepping back.
It's coming., he had mentally corrected himself. Consequentially, he had shaken his head and seethed lightly. Such heavy baggage. He just wanted the definite answer, and he had gotten it. It would come. Okay. That would work. He'd watch. He'd watch from time to time - but he had to stay there. He had to keep an eye on the beach. If he left, what would happen? Would he miss an opportunity?
Maybe he needed to build a bigger fire and keep it burning? But then he would be stuck sitting all day, and what if it rained? Meekly, he had risked a glance up. The dark, shadowy blue of his eyes had glazed, developing a slight sheen from tears he had refused to shed. Swiftly, he had wiped them and had given an almost arrogant, confident grin. "But they found those stupid kids in that stupid book, right? And that guy in that movie where he got stuck with a bunch of boxes."
Nodding his head, he had seemed to push himself back up. Bound, bound and rebound. "Just have to wait, but I'm going to be so far behind in school!"
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