MichaelMyers63 |
09-06-2006 05:33 PM |
a dose of my genius
It was a cold morning. Tony Colman, a 17 year old boy attending Ansted High in Ansted, West Virginia,was opening his locker as the last period bell rang. Tony was pretty tall (about 6’1). He had brown hair and a skinny figure. He was not the most popular kid in school; he was too shy to be. He looked at himself as not really good at anything. He played basketball but he wasn’t a jock. He made honor roll but he wasn’t a nerd. And even though he wore a tight collared surfer shirt he wasn’t prep.”12-17-3,” he said to himself,”12-17-3”. Clank-clank, the locker wouldn’t open. “Hey Tony try 12-3-17”, said Tony’s best friend Shawn King. Shawn was a mid-sized muscular kid with jet black hair and a thin black mustache over his lip. He was the most popular kid in school. He was good at sports, school, and just plain life in general. In fact Shawn was the reason Tony had any popularity at all.
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