Antiestablishmentarianism(open
Nov 23, 2012 20:20:44 GMT -8
Post by Ainsley Cooper on Nov 23, 2012 20:20:44 GMT -8
Ainsley was now waiting for the verdict. What was to be the punishment this time? He sat, arms crossed over his chest and a slight smile on his face. Anyone else in his place would more than likely be frowning, but he felt... Alive and that was better than anything else in the world. Now, let us work back to what led the Little Boy with Cancer to his place in the Counsellor's office.
It had all started with a spell of boredom in which none of the people Ainsley knew were at his disposal. Ainsley got terrible fits of boredom that were only cured with pointless vandalism, drinking or sometimes setting shit on fire. Today had been a pointless vandalism sort of day.
"It was cloudy." He boy muttered to himself in the empty office.
Cloudy was always such perfect weather for doing something destructive. He ended up on the school grass, a pile of rocks sitting by his purple converse. He bent down and picked one up and chucked it at one of the windows. The glass made that beautiful cold tinkle and he threw and another and another. When a teacher came out, he stopped the timer on his watch. It blinked the time there.
7:38
Not bad. It wasn't a good time, considering he got through four windows first. She dragged him down to the principal and his words still hung in Ainsley's mind, heavy, but humorous to him. 'You are a deeply disturbed young man who needs a fair amount of counselling. What happened to you? You used to be such a good kid.' He didn't know about the Cancer. Most teachers only knew about his leave of absence and that it had been for 'medical purposes'.
The door of the office swung open and the boy craned his thin neck to try to see around the corner. Counselor? Or was it someone else in trouble? Oh let it be another student! He begged in his mind. He could use the entertainment.
It had all started with a spell of boredom in which none of the people Ainsley knew were at his disposal. Ainsley got terrible fits of boredom that were only cured with pointless vandalism, drinking or sometimes setting shit on fire. Today had been a pointless vandalism sort of day.
"It was cloudy." He boy muttered to himself in the empty office.
Cloudy was always such perfect weather for doing something destructive. He ended up on the school grass, a pile of rocks sitting by his purple converse. He bent down and picked one up and chucked it at one of the windows. The glass made that beautiful cold tinkle and he threw and another and another. When a teacher came out, he stopped the timer on his watch. It blinked the time there.
7:38
Not bad. It wasn't a good time, considering he got through four windows first. She dragged him down to the principal and his words still hung in Ainsley's mind, heavy, but humorous to him. 'You are a deeply disturbed young man who needs a fair amount of counselling. What happened to you? You used to be such a good kid.' He didn't know about the Cancer. Most teachers only knew about his leave of absence and that it had been for 'medical purposes'.
The door of the office swung open and the boy craned his thin neck to try to see around the corner. Counselor? Or was it someone else in trouble? Oh let it be another student! He begged in his mind. He could use the entertainment.
