/i'm back?! i'm back! so i deleted my last fic because i got into a very deep funk but i think i'm a'ight now. and starting anew. endless thanks and praises be to my co-writer, idea helper, and close friend sweaterkid (on wattpad) for helping me develop this thing. so like, follow her. because she's rad as hell.
anywho, this is just a tiny blurb, and serves as just a little preface/intro... thing. yeah. i'll stop rambling. enjoy, kiddos.
"Dear, take your pills, hm? Don't forget."
"Yeah, yeah, Mum." Stuart disregarded his mother's overprotective nature with a lazy nod, pouring the proper number of pills out of each of his innumerable orange prescription bottles and swallowing them at once.
"I'm off," he said, slinging his school bag over his shoulder and waving casually back at his mother. He didn't want to stay around long. The only things she ever said to him anymore were complaints about how he was different now than he used to be, how he was turning into some rebellious teen, how he was starting to scare his parents with his behavior. It was annoying, frankly. And he wasn't in the mood this morning to stick around and wait for her complaining to begin.
He pushed the door out and started his daily travel to school. The thick clouds were as grey as the asphalt of the streets this morning. The air smelled like hot tar and truck exhaust and someone's washing detergent. The only splashes of color were the occasional red car that drove past.
And.
That poster over there.
He'd never seen that poster before.
Stuart detoured from his path and approached the colorful paper. It was secured lazily to a lamppost with a thin strip of tape.
It read, "Hoodrat Satan." What in the hell was a Hoodrat Satan?
A band, apparently. A band that was having a concert in their town that night.
Stuart plucked the flyer from the post and returned to his walk to school, reading over it as he walked.
This seemed like some strange underground punk band. Stuart liked it. He loved music, especially local bands, and this seemed like an interesting concert to attend. His parents would never let him go, sure, but he could find another means of transportation, right? If all else failed, he could walk.
Stuart felt a proper rebel in that moment, planning a way to go to a rock concert without his parents knowing about it. He smiled to himself and tucked the paper into his back pocket for later reference. It'd be fun.