MemoriesOfThePast;;Open

[xxtaintedxx]

Kobby, when compared to some people, hadn't actually been at Hawthorne for all that long and he still longed to do the things he did at his public school. One of the things he missed most was football, but lacked the want to get together anyone to play. He wasn't sure of who was who here, and he didn't want to bring someone who would be bad for him to get involved with.

He stood in the sports field and realized again, that his life wasn't what it use to be and though he didn't really miss the house he lived in or the parents that had adopted him, he missed the normalcy of going to school and coming home. He didn't really enjoy school that much, but he had enjoyed the company of those around him.

Before he had been diagnosed, Kobby was rather popular in school. He had played sports so he had all of his teammates, and he was always rather popular with the girls at his school although some of them didn't understand his want to not have casual sex but the longing for a relationship to be with the sex.

He sighed to himself as he tossed his football into the air, and the caught it again.

[isaac mason brexton]

Skipping classes was surprisingly easy, or at least as easy as it would be at any other school. Isaac had barely been here a day and already he was ditching class and going to the sports field for a smoke. The walk was nice, the fresh air was good, considering he would soon soak his lung in tar and whatever else those ads on tv back home told him was in his cigarettes... Poisons and things, yeah, sounds about right. What did it matter? Everyone dies one day helping it along a bit wasn't make much of a difference.

Reaching the bleachers, Isaac pulled out his cigarette and made his way up to the seventh row. Moving down a bit, he sat down and stuck the cigarette in his mouth. He pitied the kids that were still in class studying Algebra or Trigonometry or whatever they were bloody studying. Isaac didn't even know what class he was skipping but why not make a routine of it and keep skipping it? That way he wouldn't have to know what it was.

Shoving the packet into his pocket as he pulled out his lighter, Isaac lit the cigarette and slipped the lighter back into pocket of his warn out black jeans. the rips in them only added to that old vintage look. He didn't even bother to wear a shirt, choosing instead to tie it around his waist. Enjoying the view, Isaac watched the field, taking a drag every now and then. Wearing it down until there was only about a quarter of it left. A few more puffs and he made his way down. Dropping the finished cigarette when he reached the bottom and stepping on it, Isaac moved onto the field toward a guy that seemed to be preoccupied with a football. Isaac played a bit of sports but American football was nothing like rugby or soccer..

"Whacha doin?" he British teenager asked as he approached the stranger. There was no hostility in his words, only slight curiosity masking the absolute boredom. If anything this guy would kill a few more minutes for him and that was good enough.