Silly Student, Blogs are for Writers

Aiden thought for a moment. Or rather, a moment longer than he normally would. Staving off impulse and relying on intellect. He wasn't used to staving off anything. He wasn't used to anything. He felt Blakely shivering. He was cold. He was cold too. He didn't realize it until that moment. He was freezing. How long had he been standing on the corner? Too long. It was past 8. He left the park at 6. "Where have I been,"? he thought. It wasn't like him to be that much out of his mind. It was always like him to be that much out of the mind. BBBLLLLAAARRRRR!!!!!!! He turned to the blinding headlights and blaring horn of a 1990's looking sudan. He was in the street. He didn't even freeze in front of the car, he kept moving. He didn't want to keep moving. He wanted to run back to the corner. He didn't want to move forward. He didn't want to.

Sarah was washing a dish when the phone rang. Last Train by Travis was playing through her headphones. "She, well she's so strange. I don't know anything about her..." She missed the call.

He was walking towards the park again.