Timothy
14
1Dude, life sucks” those were the thoughts going thhrough Timothy’s mind as he leaned his head against the freezing window of the bus. He stared out into the pouring rain as his head knocked against the window as the bus bounced up and down, it was uncomfortable, but Timothy didnt feel like supporting his skull. Timothy, or tim, as his friends called him (just kidding, he has no friends) was very much the boring, average teenage boy. He wasnt exceedingly handsome, or smart or capable of anything really, if he was in a movie hed definitely be an extra. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes. The only thing a bit different about him was his leg, it was a prosthetic one, but he kept it well hidden under his jeans. That little piece or lore was from a car crash 5 years prior.
Tim sighed and pulled out his lap top, why would you be moody when you can do your math homework instead? He was just putting in his password when someone sat down netx to him. It was a guy, he was tall and thin, with more…. Colorful fashion choices, he was wearing a dress shirt and the most hideous tie youve ever seen, it had the ugliness and strangeness of the maryland flag, (no offense marylanders) he wore a florecent oarnge rain jacket and he also had apparently dyed his whole head of hair blue. Timothy winced at the pure neon-brightness of the guy. The boy scooted closer to tim, grinning a toothy grin “Hey! Im clark zenith!” he held out his hand for a shake. Timothy blurted out “Oh, clark? L-like clark kent?” he froze, and he felt his face go red. “I-i mean, nice name…”
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