Chapter Two, The Zoo of Weirdness
Of course the next thing I know I'm in the middle of the train station with more luggage than the entire state of California. My parents aren't embarrassing me for a change, then again we have a very straight out relationship, they make a fool of me and I make a fool of them. Thus explaining my rebel appearance, though I would probably look like I do either way. It could be worse though, they could have forced me to wear the robes to the train station.
Staring at the brick wall my parents expected me to go through, I found them wackier by the moment. "You guys take your medicine?" I jeered, my eyes on the wall. What was I suppose to do? Run into the wall, knock myself out, and imagine the rest? Some magic. My mom elbowed me with annoyance; with a sigh I rolled my eyes, prepared to make an absolute fool of myself. I just prayed no one had a video camera, though if it was video taped I could always send it in to one of those 'funniest this and that' shows and win a t-shirt. Tapping my left pocket of my baggy black pants I thanked myself for bringing band-aids, looked as if I would need them. Glaring at the wall I felt like an old time show down as I pushed myself forwards, turning quickly into a sprint. Something changed and I was in a new area, but there was no time to stop, I crashed.
I didn't crash into a wall though. I guess that's a start. "Sorry," I mumbled, glad my parents were on the other side of the wall. Quickly I picked up my baggage from the ground and looked to whom I crashed into. "S'all right." The fellow said. He didn't look much older than me, but obviously had a clue what he was doing. Not the cutest bunch in the group, but at least I didn't run into some one that resembled Richard Simmons. His hair was a dirty blonde, like a brown with highlights, but I came to believe only girls bothered with high lights. Who knows?
He smiled a friendly smile and told me his name, Ralph. Not the loveliest of names, but at least he wasn't named Sunflower or something along the hippie lines. I introduced myself and we stood there awkwardly for a little bit. Getting bored with the unusual feeling I said "See ya" and walked away. There wasn't magic in that moment, I mean in love, not magic magic. I can tell things will be very screwy. Glancing back I saw Ralph with his nose wrinkled in disgust as he made a face at me, quickly relaxing it as I turned around, acting like he didn't do anything, simply smiling. I shook my head as I turned back to look where I was going, a single word passed through my mind: Jackass.
Of course the next thing I know I'm in the middle of the train station with more luggage than the entire state of California. My parents aren't embarrassing me for a change, then again we have a very straight out relationship, they make a fool of me and I make a fool of them. Thus explaining my rebel appearance, though I would probably look like I do either way. It could be worse though, they could have forced me to wear the robes to the train station.
Staring at the brick wall my parents expected me to go through, I found them wackier by the moment. "You guys take your medicine?" I jeered, my eyes on the wall. What was I suppose to do? Run into the wall, knock myself out, and imagine the rest? Some magic. My mom elbowed me with annoyance; with a sigh I rolled my eyes, prepared to make an absolute fool of myself. I just prayed no one had a video camera, though if it was video taped I could always send it in to one of those 'funniest this and that' shows and win a t-shirt. Tapping my left pocket of my baggy black pants I thanked myself for bringing band-aids, looked as if I would need them. Glaring at the wall I felt like an old time show down as I pushed myself forwards, turning quickly into a sprint. Something changed and I was in a new area, but there was no time to stop, I crashed.
I didn't crash into a wall though. I guess that's a start. "Sorry," I mumbled, glad my parents were on the other side of the wall. Quickly I picked up my baggage from the ground and looked to whom I crashed into. "S'all right." The fellow said. He didn't look much older than me, but obviously had a clue what he was doing. Not the cutest bunch in the group, but at least I didn't run into some one that resembled Richard Simmons. His hair was a dirty blonde, like a brown with highlights, but I came to believe only girls bothered with high lights. Who knows?
He smiled a friendly smile and told me his name, Ralph. Not the loveliest of names, but at least he wasn't named Sunflower or something along the hippie lines. I introduced myself and we stood there awkwardly for a little bit. Getting bored with the unusual feeling I said "See ya" and walked away. There wasn't magic in that moment, I mean in love, not magic magic. I can tell things will be very screwy. Glancing back I saw Ralph with his nose wrinkled in disgust as he made a face at me, quickly relaxing it as I turned around, acting like he didn't do anything, simply smiling. I shook my head as I turned back to look where I was going, a single word passed through my mind: Jackass.