Aaron Barrder
Aaron shuffled out of his designated seat as soon as the bell had rang for the last period of the day, his eyes averted towards all the overly-happy students dancing and jumping around. There was no way he would ever be capable to do that, he would die or melt from the embarrassment. On the other hand, it was refreshing seeing the teenagers not depressed about school. Finally summer had arrived, although it just meant more time to himself, he wasn't the going out type. He gripped his hard-cover book and strolled out of the classroom, trying to seem as normal as possible and not attract attention from himself anyway possible. His footsteps were tiny patters on the concrete flooring as he found his way outside the school. Oh how he wished he didn't have to walk all the way home, but he knew he had too.
"If only cars wouldn't make me carsick... I blame genetics..." he muttered under his breath, cursing to himself about his prone motion sickness.
Walking home was actually quite pleasant today; sunny, bright and with a slight breeze. Taking a moment to inhale the smell of flowers, he noticed that he accidentally took the long path to go home. Frustrated, he ruffled his hair in annoyance and continued his silent journey home. Maybe if he distracted himself the trip would be quicker, so he decided to gaze up at the clouds. Odd shapes they were, one even looked liked his English teacher, Mr. Forester, well his body shape anyway. However, Aaron could never tell his favorite teacher that he was on the chubby side, he admired him and that might make himself end up freaking out and fainting.
Now that was another problem, his shyness. Or rather, his quiet behavior which causes him to be easily uncomfortable with others. Wanting to let that debate inside his head go, he trotted straight forward until he saw a glimpse of his house. That weird light brown color could be seen miles away, he himself thought it was quite ugly in tone. But once again, his heart would never let him tell his parents about it, though they might want him to speak up sometimes. Like the saying goes, 'Nice guys finish last...' that was like the theme of his life. Not many friends, no girlfriends for that matter either, and not social life whatsoever.
Shaking his head from the negative thoughts, he twisted the door handle and to no surprise it was unlocked. To him it was dangerous, to his parents it was nothing. With a sigh he called out an almost whispered "I'm home." and stopped for an answer, one that he did not receive. He shrugged, probably because his mother in particular was usually busy in her office, calculating documents and such. The second he entered his own room, an envelope attracted his attention. It was simple, yet inviting in a sense, since his name was neatly printed on the front with nothing else. Curiously, his hand wandered to the opening of the envelope and a piece of paper fluttered out; an invitation in fact. Aaron had mixed emotion about the invite; on one hand he was excited to be invited to a party, but he thought about how awkward he would be at socializing and talking to people. He chewed his lip as he plopped onto his bed, maybe thinking it over was the best idea. It was what he did best anyway.
A couple minutes later, with debates to himself about the pros and cons of the party, he slapped his right cheek. He finally made a decision, he was going to go no matter what and he was determined to not wuss out of the deal. Not even if it was of late notice and was held later that night. "A...Night party... Oh great, just more chance to humiliate myself." he groaned out, hopefully no alcohol was available or he would not be able to handle himself. Getting drunk was just too easy for him, he swore only two cups and he would be wasted like heck. Unfortunately, he was the goofy drunk, meaning that he would take on any dare someone gave him; including doing a back-flip into the nearby pool.
Aaron shuffled out of his designated seat as soon as the bell had rang for the last period of the day, his eyes averted towards all the overly-happy students dancing and jumping around. There was no way he would ever be capable to do that, he would die or melt from the embarrassment. On the other hand, it was refreshing seeing the teenagers not depressed about school. Finally summer had arrived, although it just meant more time to himself, he wasn't the going out type. He gripped his hard-cover book and strolled out of the classroom, trying to seem as normal as possible and not attract attention from himself anyway possible. His footsteps were tiny patters on the concrete flooring as he found his way outside the school. Oh how he wished he didn't have to walk all the way home, but he knew he had too.
"If only cars wouldn't make me carsick... I blame genetics..." he muttered under his breath, cursing to himself about his prone motion sickness.
Walking home was actually quite pleasant today; sunny, bright and with a slight breeze. Taking a moment to inhale the smell of flowers, he noticed that he accidentally took the long path to go home. Frustrated, he ruffled his hair in annoyance and continued his silent journey home. Maybe if he distracted himself the trip would be quicker, so he decided to gaze up at the clouds. Odd shapes they were, one even looked liked his English teacher, Mr. Forester, well his body shape anyway. However, Aaron could never tell his favorite teacher that he was on the chubby side, he admired him and that might make himself end up freaking out and fainting.
Now that was another problem, his shyness. Or rather, his quiet behavior which causes him to be easily uncomfortable with others. Wanting to let that debate inside his head go, he trotted straight forward until he saw a glimpse of his house. That weird light brown color could be seen miles away, he himself thought it was quite ugly in tone. But once again, his heart would never let him tell his parents about it, though they might want him to speak up sometimes. Like the saying goes, 'Nice guys finish last...' that was like the theme of his life. Not many friends, no girlfriends for that matter either, and not social life whatsoever.
Shaking his head from the negative thoughts, he twisted the door handle and to no surprise it was unlocked. To him it was dangerous, to his parents it was nothing. With a sigh he called out an almost whispered "I'm home." and stopped for an answer, one that he did not receive. He shrugged, probably because his mother in particular was usually busy in her office, calculating documents and such. The second he entered his own room, an envelope attracted his attention. It was simple, yet inviting in a sense, since his name was neatly printed on the front with nothing else. Curiously, his hand wandered to the opening of the envelope and a piece of paper fluttered out; an invitation in fact. Aaron had mixed emotion about the invite; on one hand he was excited to be invited to a party, but he thought about how awkward he would be at socializing and talking to people. He chewed his lip as he plopped onto his bed, maybe thinking it over was the best idea. It was what he did best anyway.
A couple minutes later, with debates to himself about the pros and cons of the party, he slapped his right cheek. He finally made a decision, he was going to go no matter what and he was determined to not wuss out of the deal. Not even if it was of late notice and was held later that night. "A...Night party... Oh great, just more chance to humiliate myself." he groaned out, hopefully no alcohol was available or he would not be able to handle himself. Getting drunk was just too easy for him, he swore only two cups and he would be wasted like heck. Unfortunately, he was the goofy drunk, meaning that he would take on any dare someone gave him; including doing a back-flip into the nearby pool.