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    dots Submission Name: **Run From Reality: Part 2dots

    Author: Caotic_Disaster
    ASL Info:    16/F/Canada
    Elite Ratio:    4.03 - 447/349/148
    Words: 2078
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       This goes along with Run From REality (Good rough copy). This one is from the guys point of view. Hope you enjoy. Thanks,

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    dots**Run From Reality: Part 2dots

    Waking up, the quiet rustling of wool and concrete are drowned out by the echoing sound of banging steps, drawing nearer and nearer with each passing second. The reality of his newfound life sinks in as a black suit walks past his animal cage, pausing just long enough to give a grim look and a loud ting of metal on metal. His orange suit clings to him as he stands and stretches, letting the dense air seep over him.

    Today is the day he is to be tried for probation. It has been one year since his life was swivelled around, but even in such a short time, he feels that he has turned his life around dramatically. He knows the lawyers though. They will scrutinize him brutally, until they manage to make some sort of mockery of him.

    His life, changed, made by one bad decision. His family and friends, all betrayed him and left him penniless, in a cell that held the horrid stench of what is to be, and what will be. The grey walls were foreboding the rest of his lonely life, though his youth was just barely slipping through his fingers.

    If only he had listened to the advice of his friends, and stayed within the boundaries of his expectations. Why did he try to walk the line of good mamaís boy, and stud of the school? This is a choice, which he regrets day in, and day out. Why did he try to reach for something so untouchable and fragile, something he could never truly have?

    A yell echoes from a few feet down the hall. His own mind contemplates doubling the call back, but decides against it. His feelings stay locked inside, even if the right key is available, the lock changes and his heart keeps beating all the same. However, sometimes, the key fits, and he keeps delaying to change the lock.

    He came from a good family. He was always accepted into the varsity football team but struggled to keep his grades above failing. His parents often hired tutors, young and old, sometimes his very own peers, but none of them could make him concentrate. His mind was always playing the game he loved best.

    Every morning, he would do some exercises to keep himself in shape for football, whether it was football season or not. His parents had made him his own special gym, equipped with the latest machines, such as treadmills, elliptical trainers, weights and other machines, which were, in his mind, essential to keeping in shape. He occasionally did sit-ups, push-ups and jumped rope, but didnít see it as too important since he had all these high tech machines to keep him busy.

    His friends loved him, and for the most part, influenced his decisions both academically and socially. They always told him which young lady he should hit up, and which courses to take, calculating homework load and how much the teacher approved of sports. All of this was to ensure that he was 100% in the game for football, and supported by everyone around him.
    He rarely dated because his friends believed it interfered with his football, and warped his mind so that he believed that the woman was more important than his friends were. Also, so that she was more important, than the game they held so preciously above life. When he did date, he always treated the lady with respect and dignity, making sure they had complete happiness. Most of the time, she was the one to break-up with him, because his friends would always josh her or make her feel uncomfortable.

    Sex was a big deal in his life. He was rumoured to have done it on every single date he went on. The truth was he hadnít done anything of that sort at all. He was a seventeen year old virgin, which wasnít bad in his books, but his friends found it awkward, since they had all done it, but at the same time, amusing, because they could tease him as much as they wanted.

    His life was overall, decent, and on the high scale of things. He constantly was admired and supported by the whole school, receiving plenty of awards for his efforts on the team, including V. I. P. He was popular, but shy about it, despising when people called him the stud.

    One morning, after completing a hard workout, which was filled with sweat, he saw an angel walking into the school. His first thought was, Iím in heaven, and then he realized that he was staring at the girl of his dreams. Pursuing her would be a difficult task, since he only knew what she looked like from the back, but her hair was like none he had ever seen. It was like a silky blonde ocean, which flowed for miles down her back, stopping where her short navy blue mini skirt met the blue and white cheerleading top.

    All day, wandering the halls, he wished to see her, but every turn down the hall, failed to display his precious angel. He didnít dare tell his friends of the wondrous woman he had seen, knowing they would clear his mind of her and force his mind set to football. Of course, he didnít want that, so he focused on looking for the girl.

    Lunch hour was the lucky time of the day for him. He spotted the lucky lady. She was gossiping with a group of her friends, but that was fine with him. Shyly, he approached her, being careful to be inconspicuous of his fellow team mates eating in the cafeteria, afraid they would stop him on his quest.

    He successfully made it to her. She turned around quickly, seeming to sense his presence. His stuttered words had her friends giggling among themselves, but he wasnít too aware of this embarrassment, since he only had eyes for her. She readily agreed to a date. He would take her to this new restaurant called Luscious Lady, which he thought would suit her perfectly.

    At home, before seven, which was the time he was supposed to pick her up, he had a good long workout. The sweat running over his face and biceps was hot and sticky, but cooled his inner chills, which were being to make him rethink, and possibly call off the date. But his conscience reminded him that this was the girl he would love forever, the girl that when he took on glance in her direction, held his undying stare until she was out of sight.

    When he got to her house in his shiny, silver Mustang, he knocked on the door three times, then stepped back, anticipating the door to open any moment. As the door swung open, his eyes opened wide, and he stood their aloof of the surrounding world. He immediately snapped back to the reality of the situation and told her she looked beautiful in the mid-thigh mini skirt and the black sparkly top. He held her hand as she carefully walked down the steps, and held the door to his car.

    The date itself went really well. Their conversation flowed smoothly. They talked about sports, friends, possible career choices and what they were planning to do with the rest of their lives. He remembered his chivalrousness behaviour, such as opening the door for her and pulling out her chair.

    After the restaurant, they hopped back into his Mustang, and without thinking, he drove straight too his house, which was just around the corner, and carried her through the door and onto the couch. He wasnít a bit nervous as he began to strip off her black top and take the giant leap forward, and reached into her body. The sensation was magnificent, something he had never imagined in his wildest dreams. Only lasting a few minutes though, afraid his parents would come home early from their charitable dinner party.

    The next day at school, the thrill of the night before was still with him .He couldnít wait to see her, and kiss her delicate lips, and touch her doll-like face. He wanted to skim his hard worked fingers through her silk hair and look into the abyss of her deep blue eyes. When he finally saw her, he was floored, just as if it was the first time he saw her.

    She wandered over to him, with an uneasy look on her face, which he later found out was because she was expecting to be dumped. He wrapped his over-worked arms around her shoulders, which were quite tense, and softly whispered in her ear to relax, which she did so obediently.

    He escorted her to each class, all day. Their lips occasionally brushed together, creating an urge to carry on. This was unable to be fulfilled because time was limited. They hugged gracefully, as if a force of attraction drew them together and was virtually impossible to avoid.

    Another month passed by, everyday just as joyful, everyday filled with happiness. Occasional rain showers haunted his days, coming from his friends, who constantly tried to talk him out of this relationship, and who he slowly grew more and more detached from.

    One day, he met up with her in the hall, their usual meeting place, and exchanged a quick kiss. He sensed that something wasnít quite right. Her usually bright smile was dimmed and her hair seemed not as shiny. He worried for her, but didnít say anything because he thought that if it was important enough, she would come out of her dimmed shell and tell him.

    At lunch, she approached him. She looked him in the eye and told her exactly why she didnít seem so cheery. She had taken this test, which tested if she was pregnant or not, and she said the test said she was. That meant, she was going to have a baby. This was very slow to process through his mind.

    He turned around slowly, not knowing what else to do. Thoughts were racing through his mind at the speed of light, and were not stopping long enough for him to think and examine each one. He heard her give a short sigh and she took a step to face the opposite direction that he was looking.

    He felt a prick in his thigh coming from his right hand pocket. A knife his uncle had given him for Christmas a few years back. It must have been in there from the camping trip his dad and he had taken the weekend before. Without thinking, he grabbed the knife from his pocket, turned in one steady movement and hit her right in the back.

    In, what seemed to be slow motion, he watched her fall, and her flowing blonde hair hit the floor with a steady thump. Unaware of what was happening around him, he stood there, with his hand reaching out, still holding the weapon that could have killed his angel.

    The next thing he knew, the police were there, yelling at him to put down his weapon, and surrounding him with hand cuffs. A strong hold grasped his wrists from behind and placed them in cold metal. He was dragged to a car with sirens flashing and blaring overhead.

    The county jail was where he ended up, after multiple sets of finger prints and photographs. His trial hearing was short and sweet. He pleaded guilty, since he figured there was no sense in lying and was sent to a juvenile center, where he was locked in a cold, dirty cell without proper sewage.

    He sits there, with the scratchy wool cloth wrapped tightly in his hands. He knows the time has come from him to be brought down by society, punished by hurtful words which turn into actions. The grey walls around him repeat each breath he takes. The thudding boots walk closer towards him again. His breathing halts. He is summoned to the court room where he can only hope to return to him former reality.

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