Post by Sam Grey on Apr 2, 2008 17:06:55 GMT -5
The darkness was thick like a blanket across the grounds. All around the sounds of the night faded, lost in the blank eternity that was the midnight hour. Of course that was just the poetic side of Sam speaking... which if truth be told was definitely the largest part of him. Also if truth was to be told, it was already past midnight, and Sam had already been to bed, and gotten up. He didn't sleep much, which might account for his lack of spectacular grades. He did manage to pull honor roll every quarter thought, so obviously whatever he was doing was working.
He sat down on a bench, one of the farthest away from the buildings, and pulled from his bag one of his ever present, uniform green notebooks. He began writing in it swiftly, the 'cold dark eternity of midnight' becoming lost as his poetic side took the forefront, and demonstrated once again, why he didn't have a whole lot of friends. After all, when you could become lost in your own mind every couple of minutes it made it kind of difficult to carry on a conversation.
Sam was rather certain that he'd be the only one out on the grounds at this hour, after all back at his home everyone had been in bed practically at nightfall, Sam included. He still hadn't slept much, his homework had always been done by flashlight, as well as most of his best poetry. He couldn't do that anymore, because he doubted his roommate would appreciate it... however moonlight was close enough for the homework, and better for the poetry.
He sat down on a bench, one of the farthest away from the buildings, and pulled from his bag one of his ever present, uniform green notebooks. He began writing in it swiftly, the 'cold dark eternity of midnight' becoming lost as his poetic side took the forefront, and demonstrated once again, why he didn't have a whole lot of friends. After all, when you could become lost in your own mind every couple of minutes it made it kind of difficult to carry on a conversation.
Sam was rather certain that he'd be the only one out on the grounds at this hour, after all back at his home everyone had been in bed practically at nightfall, Sam included. He still hadn't slept much, his homework had always been done by flashlight, as well as most of his best poetry. He couldn't do that anymore, because he doubted his roommate would appreciate it... however moonlight was close enough for the homework, and better for the poetry.