.: Jokes aside :: Axel :.
Sept 7, 2013 2:16:35 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Sept 7, 2013 2:16:35 GMT -5
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[/size]Our campsite wasn’t the most extravagant or interesting place on the world. Let’s face it; it was pretty boring. Tents, small and worn, scattered the camp area. The camp area its self wasn’t that flashy either, but it was well organised; [/color]and it was home. Slowly I climb out of my sleeping bag, before pushing the old worn pile of material into a small bag that I had made just for it, to help protect it from the weather and other stuff, like bugs and snakes. I hated snakes, they scared me to bits, like if I was to see a snake right now- I can’t even. It would not be funny. I would be screaming, like a girl, and flailing around as though I was drowning- I what you may ask? Nothing, drowning in thin air. Let’s just put it this way. I hate snakes and they make me act in abnormal ways. Yah. That’s sounds about right.
Pulling open the flap of my tent I take another look around the quiet campsite. Most of my ‘family’ are still asleep, tucked away in their worn sleeping bags. But me? I was awake; [/size]wide awake. I felt as though I could fight a whole army of Peackeepers and come out of it alive! Well, I probably wasn’t that awake… Peacekeepers were not easiest people to beat… so a whole army would practically be impossible- but you get my pint. There was no way that I was going back to sleep.
Slipping out from the shelter of my tent I creep across the grassy plains that surrounded the bonfire that I was set up in the middle of the camp area, careful not to even make the smallest sound. I didn’t want some dumb wit to be following me around, not when I was heading over to forbidden land. What’s the forbidden land? The forbidden land is the land that is home to the outcasts, people who once used to live in the ‘pride lands’ but were kicked out cause they were naughty boys and girls. They stole from the pride landers, they bullied, they are just not nice people in general. So why go there? Well that’s simple. I was a hard core rebel. That’s right; you are looking at the one and only Franky Chime, the rebellious teenager of the pride lands.[/size] Puffing out my chest I slam my fist against it and put on the most dangerous look I could summon. [/size]But as soon as my face twists to some warped expression I burst out into laughter. Yeah, no. Really I am no bad man, I am quite the opposite, but hey, a boy can dream right.
Winking, I reach the edge of the campsite. I pause for one moment, chucking a glance over my shoulder before sprinting out of the camp, and in the direction of the inner district. The out casts made home on the other side of the district that meant I had to g though the more civilised parts before I could reach them. Oh, that’s right, I never actually told you why I was heading there. Well to be honest, I have kind of forgotten. Opps. But something tells me if I keep walking it will come back to me-and then I will unlock my secret for all your ears.
The grass beneath my feet soon turns to stone, and that when I know I am not far away from town centre. I take another look behind me- just to make sure I wasn’t followed- before diving into the buildings that symbolised some sort of civilisation.
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