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You know, I remember how this all started...
After a long and boring journey on a flimsy looking boat, I arrived at Jocey, the city that housed what would be my new home, Jocey University, for the next several years. I was here on a fully paid science scholarship and I was ecstatic about going to the school with the best known math and science curriculum in all of, well, everywhere. Or maybe my excitement was from the adrenaline rush I got from only heaving my guts everywhere twice on the little boat. Oh well, I was just glad to be on land, particularly the land on which Jocey itself stood. I began to mosey my way downtown, admiring the setting that had grown around me.
Jocey was the best looking city I had ever seen, not to mention it was the cleanest and the most well balanced one, too. Its streets almost shone in the mid-morning’s sun. Even the sunlight itself looked hand-delivered by Apollo. The skyscrapers seemed to caress the sky and they ranged from the smallest buildings on the outside to the tallest of them all dead center in the middle of circle of buildings around it.
I heartily noted the diversity of the people that walked or jogged past, some with determination, and others lost or moseying like myself. Some were dressed in suits, looking ready to jump into a court house or run for office, while others were dressed in tattoos, multiple piercings and pants, or in some cases, a skin-tight shirt, bandana, and/or tube-top for the girls. Then there were people in between, like me, wearing their favorite pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a combination of sandals and socks.
I finally ended up near a small park, the green of the trees reflected in the windows of the first-floor stores that seemed to be popular downtown. The little park was amazingly pretty and peaceful, almost like a mini retreat for the Greek god of nature, Pan. Birds’ musical voices pierced through the general noises of the crowds and nearly swept me off my feet because of their randomness in the city. I sighed happily as I walked the small paths winding between the trunks and underbrush. Then I spotted a newspaper stand and, having previously found a good selection of best-selling books at a stand in the past, decided I would see which ones this stand would have.
When I arrived at the stand and began to examine their selection, an odd sound distracted me. It sounded almost like an old car back-firing, but from the sky, like on top of a building. Knowing a car shouldn’t be on top of a building, I looked up and searched for the source of the noise.
 hippo_ruler_not · Tue Jun 24, 2008 @ 01:46am · 1 Comments |
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