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2003-05-25 20:08:56 (UTC)

Christin 1

~I wanna live life, never be cruel,
I wanna live life, be good to you
I wanna fly, never come down,
And live my life,
And have friends around.~

Gazing into the crackling fire of the Ravenclaw common
room, Christin Kingsley slouched in a high-backed armchair.
His feet, clad in a pair of white and navy blue DC
skateboarding shoes, were propped up lazily on the coffee
table in front of him. He had apparently only half
undressed after classes; he wasn't wearing the robe or that
horrid sweater vest, but his untied blue and bronze tie
hung loosely around his neck, the first two buttons undone
on his shirt. His expression was unusually pensive as the
flames danced across his eyes.

~We never change, do we?
We never learned to leave,
So I wanna live in a wooden house,
I wanna live life, always be true,
I wanna live life, and be good to you,
I wanna fly, and never come down,
And I live my life, and have friends around.~

There was something about Hogwarts life that just wasn't
quite right. Sure, he liked Quidditch, and the joke war was
good and everything else like that...but Christin had yet
to form any substanstial friendships. Not to mention that
Christin had not yet met a single decent girl who would
even be possiblity attainable. He had always enjoyed the
summers back home, where he knew that his friends were
there to go cause a bunch of trouble with him. He and his
friends always had fun hitting on the ladies at the grocery
store. In the summer, he was perfectly content. He was so
preoccupied that he didn't have time to dwell on other
things. Hogwarts, however, wasn't exactly like that--which
meant that there was plenty of time to dwell on other
things.

~We never change do we? No, no,
We never learned to bleed,
So I wanna live in a wooden house,
Making more friends would be easy.

O I don't have a show to say,
Yes, and I sing of a single day,
We never change do we?
We never learned to leave.~

With a sigh, he closed his eyes. Deep within him lay plenty
of things that he hid from other people. Christin would be
never good enough. He was too tall, too fat, too big of
stature, too unattractive, too talkative, too
obnoxious...The list went on and on. Sometimes, he wished
that the world was different. Sometimes, he wished he was
home.

~So, I wanna live life in a wooden house,
Making more friends would be easy,
I wanna live where the sun comes out...~




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