Sinclair: So far, this is a prologue. Enjoy!

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The boy adjusted his backpack on his shoulder as he walked along the short brick wall. He waved over his shoulder at his friend as the other person got into his car. He considered asking for a ride, seeing as how late work had run, but he couldn't imagine bringing anyone to his home, even a friend.

Sometimes……….

He brushed away his white bangs, turning his eyes back to his path. It was very dark, after all, and there was no great rush to fall or get mugged at midnight.

His friend drove past him, tapping the horn, and he waved, before holding down his loose shirt which had blown up slightly from the wind.

…..destiny works in mysterious ways.

He hummed the tune to the song he was still learning, but froze as he felt a slight…. Shift. He looked from side to side, trying to determine why things felt wrong. When he didn't see anything suspicious, other then the fact the street was completely empty, he raised a thin black brow. Suddenly remembering that he was in the city, his silvery/grey eyes raised to the sky.

Other times…..

Just as he saw the black object, it slammed into his forehead, the surprise and pain, knocking him on his hind end, off the bricks, and onto the concretes sidewalk below.

….. Destiny is a tad less subtle.

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Sinclair: What do you think? Worth continuing? It'll be angst and funny, so yeah. It should hold your interest once it gets going.