I really hate disclaimers and much as I want to, credit is not mine when it
comes to the creator behind The Doors, Higher Ground, or the Earth as we
know it. Fate hates me so. But weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I drank a Jolt
yesterday and it still hasn't left my system!!!! (11 hours and counting.)
Now
Jaime stared back at Rowan, eye for eye, until Rowan shrugged and motioned for the boy to follow him. "So," questioned Rowan," where you from? You're about 16 right?"
"Yeah. I'm coming from Lawrenceville but my real home is in Venice Beach." Jaime gave the answer, said the right words but wasn't really paying attention. Lack of anything to sedate him was starting to take effect and pretty soon every building and wall would have his footprints on it. He almost missed Rowan's response of "Hey! I used to live there. Went to JuV there too."
"Really?" "Yeah. Don't sound too interested." "Sorry. It's just."
"No prob. With drawl right?" Jaime snapped to attention. If Rowan could tell that much about him after x number of minutes then what else could he guess? Could people really figure things out that easy?
People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wick when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down
But then again, his was a rehab institute. Screwed up kid Purgatory. And 10 to 1 was that Rowan had been a junkie too, right? So he wasn't all- powerful. Just making a correct guess. Just a guess. But a guess was all someone would need to make in order to discover his secret. And then it's hit the fan.
When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name
The two walked into the building to Group. Group. What an original name. Group. Where Rowan had jokingly remarked that 'all you're childhood fears and deepest secrets come to life'. When they reached the room with the aluminum chairs there were only two left unfilled. Rowan slid into the one next to the pretty African American girl and kissed her cheek. Heart stinging, choking back screams of anguish, Jaime plunked into the chair next to the Latino. "hey" said the Latino, "I'm Auggie." "Jaime"
When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange
"That's Daisy," (Goth) "Scott," (Prep) "Shelby," (Cheerleader) "Ezra," (no comment) "That's-" "I'm JULES!!!!!" (Bimbo slash Little Miss Merry Perky Sunshine) "And that's Kat." (Bitch) "So that's everyone but Sophie and you know Peter. But they should be here any moment now so Group will start."
"What is Group, anyway?"
"Basically Peter or Sophie ask a question and we answer. You can pas but then you have to say why you passed so it sorta defeats the purpose of pass because you and up saying it anyway."
"Uh huh. Sounds complex."
People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wick when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down
"What about Meds and stuff?"
Rowan chose to answer this question. "Technically it's a no no but I get them for my depression, which is in the masochistic range and everyone if afraid that without them I'll outs myself. Or try to again. An' I have an insomnia problem, like not being able to relax, so I get pretty white pills for that too. Why?"
"I have that ADHD thing so without something to sedate me I'll be knocking down walls. An that can get messy."
"If you're files or parents told Peter or Sophie than there you go. Otherwise I have no idea. Good luck then convincing."
When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange
Now
Jaime stared back at Rowan, eye for eye, until Rowan shrugged and motioned for the boy to follow him. "So," questioned Rowan," where you from? You're about 16 right?"
"Yeah. I'm coming from Lawrenceville but my real home is in Venice Beach." Jaime gave the answer, said the right words but wasn't really paying attention. Lack of anything to sedate him was starting to take effect and pretty soon every building and wall would have his footprints on it. He almost missed Rowan's response of "Hey! I used to live there. Went to JuV there too."
"Really?" "Yeah. Don't sound too interested." "Sorry. It's just."
"No prob. With drawl right?" Jaime snapped to attention. If Rowan could tell that much about him after x number of minutes then what else could he guess? Could people really figure things out that easy?
People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wick when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down
But then again, his was a rehab institute. Screwed up kid Purgatory. And 10 to 1 was that Rowan had been a junkie too, right? So he wasn't all- powerful. Just making a correct guess. Just a guess. But a guess was all someone would need to make in order to discover his secret. And then it's hit the fan.
When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name
The two walked into the building to Group. Group. What an original name. Group. Where Rowan had jokingly remarked that 'all you're childhood fears and deepest secrets come to life'. When they reached the room with the aluminum chairs there were only two left unfilled. Rowan slid into the one next to the pretty African American girl and kissed her cheek. Heart stinging, choking back screams of anguish, Jaime plunked into the chair next to the Latino. "hey" said the Latino, "I'm Auggie." "Jaime"
When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange
"That's Daisy," (Goth) "Scott," (Prep) "Shelby," (Cheerleader) "Ezra," (no comment) "That's-" "I'm JULES!!!!!" (Bimbo slash Little Miss Merry Perky Sunshine) "And that's Kat." (Bitch) "So that's everyone but Sophie and you know Peter. But they should be here any moment now so Group will start."
"What is Group, anyway?"
"Basically Peter or Sophie ask a question and we answer. You can pas but then you have to say why you passed so it sorta defeats the purpose of pass because you and up saying it anyway."
"Uh huh. Sounds complex."
People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wick when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down
"What about Meds and stuff?"
Rowan chose to answer this question. "Technically it's a no no but I get them for my depression, which is in the masochistic range and everyone if afraid that without them I'll outs myself. Or try to again. An' I have an insomnia problem, like not being able to relax, so I get pretty white pills for that too. Why?"
"I have that ADHD thing so without something to sedate me I'll be knocking down walls. An that can get messy."
"If you're files or parents told Peter or Sophie than there you go. Otherwise I have no idea. Good luck then convincing."
When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange