Post by Cooper Hines on Mar 26, 2011 23:00:45 GMT -5
Coop brought a hand around to the back of his neck. He could hear the tiny little buzzing noises, but it took him a little while to figure out where it was coming from. Thwack! His hand slapped the back of his neck in once quick motion. He kept still for a split second, giving the poor pest a moment of remembrance before letting his arm flop back to his side. He brushed his hand against the side of his jeans discreetly to get rid of any part of the damn mosquito that might still be on his thin fingers. Cooper didn’t particularly like bugs, especially the kind that fed off of your blood. He thought all bugs were vile and didn’t deserve to grace the planet with their presence. It would not be a stretch to say that he was even afraid of bugs, but then again it wasn’t a stretch to say he was afraid of most things.
Cooper was petite. He was short, skinny, and easily manipulated as so many of his classmates demonstrated. He was what most people would refer to as an easy target. It wasn’t often that he found the balls to fight back, but even when he did it was never enough. He had been dumped into rubbish bins, down stairways, and into statues and figures that haunted the corridors of the castle. He was not so much popular as he was known for being picked on. He had a few friends, mostly girls because he found that he could never really compete with any of the guys around. Coop had it rough, but if you saw him at that moment for the first time, you might not think so.
Cooper was standing by the Lake, by a tree. His hair exploded from the top of his head in the same dark mess of curls that it usually did. He had on a pair of skinnies, a tee, and a leather jacket to go over it. His cherry-colored lips were spread into a wide grin, revealing his dimples. He had it rough, but he didn’t let it get to him all of the time. It was easy enough to slap on a smile for the world to see.
Cooper was petite. He was short, skinny, and easily manipulated as so many of his classmates demonstrated. He was what most people would refer to as an easy target. It wasn’t often that he found the balls to fight back, but even when he did it was never enough. He had been dumped into rubbish bins, down stairways, and into statues and figures that haunted the corridors of the castle. He was not so much popular as he was known for being picked on. He had a few friends, mostly girls because he found that he could never really compete with any of the guys around. Coop had it rough, but if you saw him at that moment for the first time, you might not think so.
Cooper was standing by the Lake, by a tree. His hair exploded from the top of his head in the same dark mess of curls that it usually did. He had on a pair of skinnies, a tee, and a leather jacket to go over it. His cherry-colored lips were spread into a wide grin, revealing his dimples. He had it rough, but he didn’t let it get to him all of the time. It was easy enough to slap on a smile for the world to see.
