Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Sept 8, 2011 17:01:54 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab319/pceluvpie/3021586534_1_4_BuvYAeA9.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] all my secrets A cool breeze whistled in the autumn Lima air, the crisp smell of fall leaves and bread lingering under Sam Evans' nose. He was sitting on a bench located outside and to the right of the front door to a local French bakery, not that he could afford to spare the money to buy a loaf. Money was obviously kind of scarce for his family, since his dad still hadn't managed to find a job and his mom was only raking in a couple bucks in tips a week, but he could at least treat himself to the smell even if he didn't have the spare change. On the bright side, at least he wouldn't have to deal with the lady behind the counter trying to speak to him in rapid-fire French. The last time, Sam had barely thought he would get out of there alive; he had wasted so much time listening to her prattle on in her language about how much he owed her. It had taken him awhile to finally get a clue and glance over at the numbers on the register (sometimes, he wasn't the brightest bulb around), and once he had, he'd counted out his exact change and made a run for it, taking a huge bite out of the baguette as he left. He'd made even himself laugh at his antics that day. Sam sighed; it sometimes hurt to remember times before his dad had lost his job and his family had gotten stuck in a state of constant financial woes and harsh arguments. It just made him wish that things could go back to the way they were.Other times, he forgot that there even was a time before he and his little brother and sister, Stevie and Stacy, had gotten caught in the middle of his parents' troubled relationship and problems and general unhappiness. Sam grit his teeth at the mere thought of his parents' fights. He knew that these days, the only thing keeping them from a divorce would be the cost of lawyers and the fact that both of his parents knew how much stress he was under just having to balance out school, glee club, football, and trying to be the responsible big brother. Sam knew his life was good - he had a girlfriend who he was crazy for and friends and a place where he knew he'd belong and the cutest little brother and sister in the world - but he also knew it could be better. Half the time he wished he could just step into a time machine, turn back the clock, and start over. Sometimes he thought that a clean slate would be just what he needed. Sam jumped, his head turning as the bell above the door to the bakery rang, signaling an exiting customer. His eyes followed as the guy walked down the street and slid into the driver's seat of his car. A pang of jealousy hit him as the guy fired up the engine. It was a fairly nice car; a little too expensive for Lima, which made Sam a bit skeptical at first. Perhaps Sam's least favorite thing about not having much money was not having a car - after all, with no car, what was the use in having a driver's license? He'd be seventeen years old in May, a year above the age requirement to test for a license, and he would probably be one of the only kids at school still burdened with having to walk every day. His parents still couldn't convince the buses to stop at the outskirts of town just to pick up some mangy kid living in a motel...or at least, he figured that was their impression of him. He sighed as he watched the guy back out of his parking space and drive away, wishing more than ever that he had some way to reverse the clock. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0 |
