Post by TRAVON MALCOLM HARRIS on Feb 6, 2011 17:20:46 GMT -5
SIXTEEN. HIGHSCHOOL. STRAIGHT. AWESOME. BEN J.
( TRAVON MALCOLM HARRIS )
I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character
Call me Trey. I'm a boxer and a football player. I'm conceited, but I'm funny.
SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character
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hey bitches, it's Dude. and i've been pimpin' these hoes for about 7 years. i know right, it's great isn't it? need to get a hold of me? hit me up by PMing me for messengers. i'm also in the EST time zone just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, none!DORM
”Dude, you smell like a stale fart with nacho cheese. As soon as this game is over you need to handle that.”
Holding onto his PS3 controller with one hand and poking his victim from up the hall in the chest. NBA Live was the game of choice. He liked playing basketball a whole lot more than going out there and running around with a coach yelling at you. Shooting his free throws, the game was coming to an end when he got a phone call. It was Melina. She never called him!
”Hold up, I have to take this. Sup, Girl?”
He wouldn’t recognize the voice on the other end of the phone and the smile on his face would soon fade away. This had to be some kind of joke. Maybe a prank call or something? His face turned to stone and he was in shock. As the voice disappeared and a click left him by himself holding the phone to his ear, he slowly lowered it an continued looking straight ahead.
”Everyone…get out.”
No one moved. Instead they would look to be in the same condition that he was. Shocked and confused.
”I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!!”HOSPITAL
Swerving through traffic at high speeds, Trey would be at the hospital in no time. Screeching to a halt, he’d turn the car off and just sit there for a second. However, seconds turned to minutes and he had yet to move he didn’t want to go inside. He hated hospitals. He hated doctors. Taking a deep breath he said fuck it and went into the ER. People were gathering there, and the only one he somewhat knew was Lacie. Girls were brutal. Hearing the announcement, he needed to sit down. Plopping next to Lacie, he removed his hat, and wiped his forehead. ’what kind of sick fuck…’ Trey was at a loss for words
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