Post by ezra on Aug 18, 2011 14:03:31 GMT -5
I met this girl down the block from me,
[/color]Used to tell myself she was too hot for me.
But then I saw her at the corner store,[/color]
So I ran on over just to grab the door.[/color]
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Ezra really wasn't sure what had him out so late this night, but he was out and about, and didn't have class in the morning, so he figured it really didn't matter much. He sighed, and he pulled himself off the wall he'd been leaning on, he figured he should do his best to move around. Never knew what teachers were about or what Prefect he could run into. He didn't like the sound of either option right at this moment, so he just kept moving. He pulled his jacket closer to him, and he coughed quietly. His allergies were getting to him at this point, but he really didn't know what he was allergic to. Worse came to worse, he was getting sick. He did hope that wasn't the case though.
He eventually found himself at some stairs, and he knew where this was going. He wandered outside a bit, this was a bit of an issue for him sometimes, but he did his best. At least standing up here he could look out over the ground, be up in the air, and still have his feet on the ground to some extent. He sighed, and he could hear the stairs creak under his feet. He stepped slowly, and he yawned, but he knew he could never get to sleep now. Not yet. He began to lag in his pace, so he picked it up, taking a few stairs at a time, banging his way to the top. He stopped as he reached the landing, and he looked around. The castle could be so eerie at night, but then again, at times, the silence was freeing.
He inhaled as he stood atop the tower, and he could see everything up here. The tops of trees, stars, other towers. The grounds looked so different from the air. There wasn't any way this place was ever ravaged by war, was there? Would it ever happen again? Would he be forced to fight? He didn't like the idea of fighting, he wasn't a fighter. He wouldn't stand for anything, and he didn't want to have to. The idea made him twitchy and he wanted to stop thinking about it now. He moved to the edge, and he looked over. He leaned onto his elbows, and he closed his eyes. In his mind, he could hear screams and cries of those hurt by the war, and he opened his eyes swiftly and shook his head. He didn't want to hear that now.
He lifted himself off his elbows, and he began to pace lightly, trying to figure out a way to distract himself from the thoughts now plaguing his mind.
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Words: 615
Outfit: Here
Muse:Jesse McCartney <3
Lyrics: Shake - Jesse McCartney
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