Post by REN MCORMICK on Jan 15, 2012 15:01:30 GMT -5
Ren walked across the football field and looked around to see if he was alone. He snorted to himself because what person would be here this late? The sun was going down and the sky was bleeding red. Ren pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and dropped it in to the grass. His shoe snuffed out the small heat source. He looked around one more time and confirmed what he already knew. He was alone for now. Te boy pulled off his leather jacket and threw it a ways away and rolled his shoulders. He broke in to a run and after around ten steps he threw his hands to the ground and started doing a series of flips. His mind cleared and contentment settled over his face. It would go as son as he stopped working his muscles though. He gave a mighty heave with his arms and did a flip before landing on his feet. He stuck his hands in the warm pockets of his jeans. The beautiful peace that had come to his face left as soon as those hands entered his pockets.
The peace destroying hands left his pockets and he started to jog around the track on the outside of the football field. He went around the track once then when he reached his starting place he started lunging. He had the first cheer meat of the year soon and he had to be fit so the bitchy girls in the group wouldn't be able to tease him. That single thought played around his mind like a broken record. He reached his jacket and picked it up. He stopped his lunging and put the jacket on to fight off the evening chill that was slowly starting to settle on him. He walked away from the track and field and took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it with his lighter. He started to meander around the sports field and breathe in the deadly poison of his cigarette.
(I don't cheer so I don't know what cheer leaders do. Sorry if I am way off, and feel free to correct me in my mistakes.)