Walk a w a y| ♪ [openn]

[Zeke A. Blackley]

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Dear Mother,
I Am Lost...

Lost. That was I. Lost in this new place. It was just so different from what I was used to. People talked differently, they used slang that I wasn't accustomed to and their accent, please, don't get me started. I guess to them, I speak strangely, too. I hate my accent, its what you call Queen's English because it just sounds so darned posh. I loathe it. I mays well just walk around with 'NEWBIE' painted on my forehead. But no. I'd never do that, it would attract way too much attention. Attention I don't need. Attention I don't want.
For now, I was content watching students flit from one class to another, busy with their little schedules, absorbed in their own world. It was rather entertaining. Just by simply sitting their I was able to listen in on a few snippets of conversation. Later on they would prove as useful reference for artsy things such as songs or short stories. I'm not a nosey kid. Just a curious one. Heck, I probably looked like a right loner sat on that bench with only an empty notebook to serve as company. I didn't mind, I was fine waiting for someone to take notice and sit down, maybe engage in conversation. Insert shrug here.
I dressed to conform with the code, just with a few things added since I wasn't actually in class. Jeez, I didn't even know if I was even supposed to be in class or what so a few badges dotted my undone tie, fingerless gloves warmed my hands and my battered Circas clad my feet. Sure, I had the money to get new shoes but these...these were too comfortable to be honest. I loved them. Yes, I love my shoes. I confess. What are you going to do about it?
I didn't know whether to smile or say 'Hey' when someone approached me. Shyness? Nahhh. I just looked at them as they drew nearer, nothing intimidating though and then again, nothing to welcome them either.
It was just a simple look.

...And The Damage Has Been Done.
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