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Mordicai stared at his empty drawing pad for a few moments. The clean piece of paper sat there, taunting him to make the first move. In his mind, he was at war with the paper. It's rough bits threatening the sharp tip of his pencil. He took a deep breath and brought the pencil down to the blank war field. The drawing started out a field with a sun, then turned into a field with a large oak tree in the back drop, until his mind decided to reflect what was actually moving across his head.

One man stood infront of another, his back turned. His arm shot out pointing in a direction while the other man looked down on the ground in anguish. In Mordicai's mind, the man pointing direction was a general who was ordering one of the low level soldiers to take arms nd fight in the front lines. Like what his father had done. Mordicai took one final look at his drawing, annoyed slightly at the mistakes he probably could only see.

He took a quick glance at the time and was astonished as to how quickly the time had flown by. Two and a half hours and he hadn't moved a single muscle. Mordicai yawned and checked his phone. Little miss Kite had texted everyone to meet her by the lakeside. Mordicai debated it for about 5 seconds then just shrugged it off. The way she was texting him it sounded like she was high as fuck. Which didn't really seem like that bad of an idea at that point.

Mordicai grabbed his phone and sent a group text to everyone:
To: Everyone
Message: Got me some fun, anyone wanna come over and share?

His friends would know what he meant. He didn't care if they brought anything with them, just something, like chips. His mother would be at work till 6 am and at that point it wouldn't really matter if his room smelt like a little bit of weed. Okay a lot.
(Bad post. Sorry.)