Snippet #1539412

Desmond made his way towards the high school. His back was straight and his chin was up, a large smile across his face like usual. When you saw Desmond, it was almost never without a smile - it was like a permanent facial twitch that made him never able to stop smiling, but it was all Desmond himself, not some facial muscle disorder. He had his hands slipped into his pockets as he walked towards the high school. His parents had never trusted him enough to drive a car after he got his full driver's license, in fact, it was occasionally the subject of their jokes, generally able to be recognized with the line 'That's about as likely as Desmond driving!' or 'Like Desmond driving,'. He was a rather good driver actually, and he already had his license. Honestly, it didn't bother Desmond a bit. Being able to get out of the house and stretch your legs, breathe in the fresh air, and take a long stroll around town was just something he enjoyed. Even if he had a car, he'd walk half the time, it was good for you and was better than sitting idly in a large metal box with wheels.

As he neared the high school, he thought for a split second on what his first class was. If he remembered correctly, it was Spanish II. He was pretty good at Spanish actually, he always had time at home to study - Well, minus the time taking care of his siblings, being a sport meets, and going to work. With an out of place shrug, as a reaction to his own thoughts, he turned a corner. From the corner he was currently standing at, he could actually see the high school - Riverview High School. It was different then the school he had gone to in England - Brookstone Academy. If there was one thing he didn't miss though, it was the small white shorts they had to wear for gym class. It was what the much younger kids would usually wear, but this particular academy had decided to continue them to the higher levels. For your last two years, you could wear what you wanted, but until then - They all looked, in reality, like the self-parodies that American films had popularly made them out to be.

He stopped to rest a moment on a small bench across the road from the high school. He leaned back and crossed his legs after putting his backpack next to him. Taking out his book 'Defect' and his iPod, he started to relax a bit before class started. He put one of the earbuds in his left ear and left the other without, just so he could still hear what as going on around him. He started to read while 'Odno i to zhe' played quietly, he didn't like blaring his music loudly into his ears - it damaged his hearing.