Post by trent joshua monroe on Aug 28, 2009 20:23:22 GMT -5
✄ --- STUCK IN THIS WHIRLWIND ---
MY LIFE'S BEEN SPINNING ROUND MY HEAD[/center]
[/size]( outfit ) what hes wearing in the picture.
Trent walked around aimlessly. He had walked from his school, not knowing where he was going. He ended up in the park, alone. Well, it seemed like he was alone. No one else was around. The sun was setting, as it was around eight o' clock. His camera was draped around his arm, and swinging at his side. He walked over to a nearby tree, and sank down on the trunk. The grass was cool, and wet. He looked around, and it seemed like he had just missed the sprinklers. Which could have made a nice picture. Why was he just missing everything?
He pulled his camera bag onto his lap, and looked down at it. His black hair was falling in his face, but he made no effort to move it out of his eyes. Trent unbuckled his bag. His camera was sitting there, looking quiet comfortable. It could have been sleeping soundly, like it was a baby or something. Infact it was his baby. This camera had lasted him two years, since the day he bought it. It was his longest relationship, but he didn't really date. No, he was more of the type to sleep around. It was his way of making himself feel better. It's his drug. His addiction.
The boy thought of himself as a druggie, his skin pale and his hair unwashed. He shuddered at the thought. He could never be a druggie, the druggiest thing about him was his snakebites. His tounge brushed the inside of his lip, feeling the hole where his piercings would be. It was amazing how his skin would cover up the empty space in a matter of a few days if his bites were out. But, he supposed he looked like a depressed preppy kid to most. His white shirt clung to his skin from the humidity, and his trusty jeans had natural rips in the knees. He assumed that they probably had grass stains on them now, but he didn't care.
Trent removed his camera, that he had worked so hard to earn, from it's resting place. He flipped it on, and the familiar light soothed him. He looked through his pictures on its screen, and he felt defeated. He had taken about twenty photos today, and none of them were good enough. He thought about his surroundings, as his head was still hung low. He turned his kodak back to picture taking mode, the large camera working in perfect shape. Then he brought it up to his eye, and looked out at his surroundings. Thats when he saw it.
Some one had walked into the frame. A girl. A beautiful girl at that. She had silky blonde hair, that shone in the sun that was left. And she had fair skin, but beautiful skin. Everything about her was beautiful. Trent threw his bag off of his shoulder, his camera still at hand. He scrambled up, and almost tripped. "Excuse me, excuse me. Would you mind if I took your picture?" The words spilt from his mouth, in his calm deep voice. He was usually more charming, and smooth. Instead, he came off sounding stalkerish. Or worst, like a hopeless nerd. He waited for her response, hoping that she didn't realize that he was at awe. There was something about this girl, something different. But Trent couldn't place his finger on it quiet yet.
( tagged ) chelsea
( words ) 709 !
( lyrics ) coming home by new found glory
( banner ) credit to tina loves you ?! at caution
( credits ) xxmizzbry of caution!2.0
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