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He'd been there for two weeks, but was walking down the hallways
as if he'd been there for years.
"Hey Callum."
"'Sup Callum."
"Callum, I'll see you at dinner, okay?"
That
one was his favorite. He loved dinner because he was always surrounded with new friends. 'Course, it had been a bit of a shock
when he'd ended up here, but now that he though about it, it hadn't ended up so bad. (c)
He'd been living back in New York, where his 'family' still lived.
(Although, he mused, if they had been his family, they wouldn't have sent him away.)
They were a rather normal, middle-upper
class family. His parents were still together, despite their constant fights. His father worked in engineering and his mother
was a housewife, taking care of Callum and his two siblings: (c)
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his older sister, Marcy, and younger brother, Patrick.
Callum,
for all his sixteen years, felt as though he was blessed in his life, despite his rather boring family. He was a football
player for the high school that had won Regionals four times in the past five years. He was okay at school, usually coming
out with a B or C average. His current girlfriend was totally cute. (c)
But life suddenly took a sharp curve at a Friday night football game
in mid-October. He'd been running down toward the end-zone, ball in hands when a defense player reached out to grab him, ensuring
the end of his long run.
The ground began to shudder and the stadium full of fans gasped in horror as before their very
eyes, the ground dropped out beneath the defensemen and left gaping holes (c)
where they had once been. The touchdown hadn't saved the game which
had been put off on account of the 'field actin' all strange-like', as the referees put it.
Other things started happening,
things no one could explain, around Callum. The ground would do his bidding, rocks would move for him, he never tripped over
a piece of earth. Plants would reach out, drifting tendrils on him. (c)
So, he'd ended up here, of all places. His family, friends, even
/football/ left at home.
He spent most of his time outside here, it was naturally the place he found most soothing. Sometimes,
like today, he would bring out his guitar and work on crafting a song, until he was called to hang out or study with a classmate,
whom he never turned down.
Today seemed his lucky day. No one here. (c)
Callum was tall for his age, nearing 6'2" with every day. He had
dirty blonde hair, that was usually streaked with sun bleached strands. His eyes were a mossy green and his skin a tanned
cream. His nose looked as though it had been broken a few times, marring his handsome face. But it all added to Callum's famous
look.
Hopefully he could have a few hours of silence before class.
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