you filled us with frustration
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Frustration filled Enver's mind as he stepped out of the shower, reminding himself of what was his job at hand for the day. To much to do lately. If only he could have someone do it for him. His aunt had talked to his teachers the other day concerning the fact that he wasn't at school much. He was close to not graduating. If he didn't get an A on everything he passed in, that would stake his dreams of getting away from life as he knew it. It would end his life. After sitting in a chair, slouched, half asleep, and high, he was told to get back in shape or he would not be aloud any more late nights, meaning his cover and thinking he was safe all this time was just a lie in his head. When his aunt and uncle told him that he couldn't get away with anything meaning anything four years ago, he thought he was smarter than them and tricking was easy. Now, eighteen he knew that they were not lying unless they somehow were able to take a wild guess and guess right.

His hair was dried and he put on a pair of light blue jean skinnies over his green and black plaid boxers. His bleach blond highlights on his side bangs that were scraggly around his face made him look scruffy and tired. His face needed shaving and he needed a hair cut, but that didn't matter. His ice blue eyes made there way around his messy room to a black polo lying on the floor that was clean. Bending down to grab it, the chains around his neck hit his forehead. He put it on over his head. Running a hand through his messy hair to mess it up even more. No one ever complained about it, so he didn't either. If he wanted a haircut he would get one. Enver didn't do anything that he didn't want to do. He was Enver Reed, and the Reed family members were known not to follow others, thus one of the reasons why the family only had two members left. When Enver did a report of his family tree, he found out that mostly every Reed there was had some sort of illness. If it wasn't from insanity to being an druggie. His father was the only normal one. His uncle was too. He was the only normal one left. Grabbing a tight black sweater, Enver walked into the kitchen where he felt as though his aunt and uncle were watching every move he made.

They sat contently at the kitchen table not talking, and both reading something. His sister was on the phone in the other room. He felt bad for his sister, she had to love with them for full time and he wondered to how many phone conversations his aunt and uncle had listen in on. He never knew what to expect now. He was living at his aunt and uncle's house for a week or two while they added a sprinkler system to his apartment. His aunt and uncle had something to do with it so he could stay at home so they could make sure he went to school every day like a good boy. He looked at them through the corner of his eye as he grabbed his black messenger bag, his black apple laptop, his guitar, and his knew skateboard. Walking out of the door, he walked to his tiny black Audi where he put his skateboard and guitar in the trunk and got in. Driving down to the cafe where he was supposed to work on his English paper that was due in a week. Walking into the cafe, it was well packed. He ordered a hazel nut coffee and sat in one of the only empty seats available, which was across from a girl who he couldn't see at all because she sat behind a silver screen and was slouched down reading something. He sat for a moment and drank his coffee.

{our continuation from spring valley only, but some of these posts are still from there.

You could have fooled anyone
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Enver didn't know if it was the taunting tone that the girl presented herself with or the way that she was so full of herself when she spoke that he feared. Then again, he didn't know if it was the colour that her eyes reflected or the hair that wrapped around her face that made him speechless. She was different, which amazed him how much he thought she was pretty. He couldn't tell if she was dangerous or just didn't feel like taking any crap from anyone. That didn't matter. The look that she gave him made him speechless enough. She was not his type, but that didn't stop him from thinking that she was utterly perfect in every way that made one of his eye brows raise up and his tone went to over pride her back. She made him look like crap. She belonged with the high class preps while he belonged with the rich druggies that wasted there parents money on drugs. Normally Enver was ready for anything anyone said to him, but feeling as he had done nothing wrong and there were no seats around, he was not expecting what she had said, and Enver always expected the unexpected from people. He leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee and looked around to see if anyone had heard her. It wasn't like it was quiet in here, just he didn't want any one to hear what she said.

"Um, have you looked around the place?" He asked sharply. "I need to work just as bad as you do, so that is what I am doing. I do not need anything from you." He told her with a tone that was on edge. To him, his work had his life on the line and he had the right to be here just as much as she did. He eyed her coolly and leaned forward to set his coffee on the table. He took out his tiny black laptop and set it on his lap, but continued to stare back at her, there eyes meeting. The want to be stoned at the moment was getting higher and higher as he sat uncomfortably. He had come to a point in his life where he depended on being stoned for everything. It made everything less disappointing and easier to take in. If he hadn't been stoned for when he was called in with his aunt and uncle, he most likely would of broke down and started crying. But, he didn't take in half of what they were saying but the major points because they repeated them a million times to him. Over and over they went. If there wasn't a thing that Enver hated more, it was people repeating themselves to him. While they were talking he was thinking about ways to stake them right in the heart to make them shut up.

He didn't do that a lot. It was one of the reasons why he usually didn't go to school. He expected himself to snap in front of everyone, only he never did. He just thought he would. He just didn't like people that much. They all sucked and no one was ever nice to him. Well, mostly because he wasn't very nice back and tended to be on the sarcastic side when people said something to him. If he did come to school he was usually high or had a hangover or something. He didn't drink much, but when he did it was bad. You knew it was bad when he sank so low as to get drunk, and it usually was with some girl that he didn't know. Yeah, smart right. Most of the time Enver acted stupid, did stupid things, got in trouble, so everyone was surprised when they found out that Enver was a really smart kid and had a lot going for him, only he wanted to blow it off and just become a professional skateboarder. He had all the money he ever needed, so school was just no part of his plans. He was a good looking guy, why not? People asked what the hell was he thinking when he set that as his goals except for his friends who knew how good he really was. If you saw the boy skate, you would wonder why he wasn't already famous for doing what he did best.

lets sail away
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He knew that by spending every antagonizing minute with this girl was a growing obbsession in his tiny brain that he would be able to no longer handle until his eyes met hers again, so there was no hit an runs this time. Not one that his body and mind would let him do to grip him to his very own insanity called life. And that poem about his so called life would now be about the colour of her glass hair and how soft his hair was as he ran his fingers through it. It would not be an easy thing just to sit back and take in detail because his mind already traced every detail, all he needed to do was get his hands on the details so that they would be his details, for no one else to ever touch. Like he was going to lock her in a glass jar and put her away for ever unless he wanted something to look at time to time and no one else could spoil there eyes. Only him, and he would be a very, very spoiled little boy. Just like one with a rich mother in a large candy shop.

[color=FFE785]"Wow. I just locked my mom up in jail so that I would never have to see her again. It was my thearpy."Spilling secrets was never a true sign of love, but being open sure did make him want to slap the side of his face seeing as she could really be that one person to ruin his life and go run off with the petty little secrets she stole with her eyes. "I really haven't had the pleasure yet to think about that. I am happy just were I am in my life, at least I have a free leash from home." Which was on a choke hold and there still was his sister's own well being that he always put into consideration, another not in the rope. "I'm not sure." He wanted to smoke weed and get high with the girl, but that wasn't going to happen just yet. She looked like the type that never smoked a joint in his life, there he went stereotyping people. "We could go for a walk?" He said out od spite the city wasn't that pretty and empty.