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So you sailed away,
Into a Grey sky morning.
Now I'm here to stay,
Love can be so boring.
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So you sailed away,
Into a Grey sky morning.
Now I'm here to stay,
Love can be so boring.
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your daily shy girl.
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your daily shy girl.
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- "Don't you dare misbehave," the young woman chided, her pretty face scrunched up as she spoke haughtily to her son's shoulder. "And I swear if you get caught with alcohol or drugs or cause you were in a girl's room when you weren't supposed to be, you're really going to wish you hadn't gone." Although her words were laced with dripping spite, her gaze was soft. Kind eyes glittered with contained tears as she uncrossed her taught arms and threw them around the teenager's waist. Her cheek pressed into his shirt front, rumpling the stained white fabric, her breath warming the skin beneath.
"Remember to use protection, kiddo," an elderly man added, bobbing his wrinkled head on his skinny neck like an absurd bird. He flashed a broad grin, revealing multiple missing teeth, and clasped a gnarled hand on the boy's elbow. "You'll be good. I know these things."
"You don't know nothing," snapped the old lady at his side, looking for all the world as if she should be a movie star. And not in a flattering way. Bright colors splashed her worn body. Lime green jeans, something akin to one of the newest trends, were shoved into hideously clashing boots. A hooded jacket two sizes too big clung to her scrawny frame, sporting a skateboarding logo smack dab on her breasts. As if it wasn't bad enough, her gun-steel gray hair was trimmed in a neat emo-style.
"I wish your grandmother would wear normal clothes," Oz's mother whispered, shaking her head. She was still clinging to him, refusing to let go.
"Come on, Mom. I'll be okay. I'm manly," he replied, running calloused hands through her thick, course locks. Both were identical, close enough in resemblance to be mistaken as twins, and it didn't help that Ms. Manoso had barely hit thirty-five and retained a fairly childish appearance. Two barks of laughter followed his mothers giggles. "Hey. That hurts. That really hurts," the male joked, rubbing her back before stepping away. His backpack was slung halfheartedly over one shoulder and he looked a mess. Hair out of place, bags beneath his smiling eyes, an old shirt and even older shoes. A simple belt held loose, ripped jeans at his waist though they threatened to slip. Licking his thin, chapped lips, Oz blew out a low sigh.
"We'll miss ya," chirped the grandmother.
"Bring home a hot lady," his grandfather called.
"Please don't listen to him," hissed his mother. "Good bye. Have fun."
"Don't worry. I will," he chuckled. He'd have fun and listen to the old man. Hopefully. Spinning on his heel, he hurried toward the teacher. Without missing a beat, he produced his name. "Ozrias Manoso." Then he ambled slowly around the seats, weaving in and out, wishing someone would get the hell up so he could sit. No such luck. Scooting against the wall, he slid to the floor and brought his knees to his chest, fiddling with the fraying strands of the large holes in his pants.
Judging by the voices, a lot of the other students were already here, jabbering about nonsense. It was always nonsense. How's the weather? How are you? Did you see that commercial for that one movie? Okay, so he wasn't exactly philosophical either but couldn't at least one person say something remotely interesting? Was that too much to ask? By now Oz was nibbling on his lower lip, staring intently at the scuff marks on the tops of his sneakers. At least Paulie was along for the trip. That brought a faint smile to his dull expression. Of course she was occupied with her millions of friends. He'd have to wait to make his move.
