Snippet #1497556

Dayton smiled as Zach was pestering the man in the liqour store. It got old after the first twenty minutes, so he walked off into the middle of an open field. Looking around to see the natural beauty in it, shutting his eyes tightly to comepletely change the scenary. The trees are now towers and the bushes transformed into horses. Dayton knew he was born in the wrong time period, all this fast paced life often gave him a run for the money. Life was spinning out of control and nothing he could do seemed to help the fact of the matter.

Abruptly pulled from his dream of a nightmare by Zach's chuckling. He shook head watching Zach sit and take a drink of what must be stolen liqour by the way they had been argueing for what seemed like forever. 'Seeing us two roaming the streets side by side must be an odd sight for others.' thought Dayton. They were nothing alike, Zach is all black and he looks rockerish and what-not. Dayton on the other had is femanine, poetic, and wears fitted blue jeans with a white v-neck shirt.

Looking up Dayton walks over to the bench, as he leans against the back he sees the guys surrounding the girls across from them. A little worried he nudges Zach on the back of his shoulder, "Dude, maybe we should go help. You know whats going to happen to them if we don't." He walked around the bench waiting to be backed up by his friend.