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Post by Andy Martinez on Sept 30, 2011 20:44:52 GMT -5
Andy walked into the auditorium slowly, hands in pockets. His brown hair was straightened and hid his forehead that he never showed. He didn't sit down, he simply stared at the stage. It felt weird to see. Only his right eye allowed him to see. His left eye only saw boxes it seemed like. Cuts were all over his face, and he had a finger splint on his index finger on his right hand. Andy breathed heavily, though he wouldn't say anything. He just looked up at the stage, and wished he had the courage to go up there and do something cool. Everything scared him, now. He wore a black shirt with black skinny jeans, along with bracelets covering his wrists. His left eye looked blurry, like a person with a caderac problem. Andy would dread the questions that people would ask when they first saw him. "What happened to your face!? What's wrong with your eye!?"[/i] Usually he would just blow them off and walk off somewhere, trying his best to keep his cool. He hoped that no one would come in here, yet he wished someone would. : : : : : : : : :Words: 190 Muse: 4/10 Thoughts: Barely any muse today:/
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