#techniwonder

the club house isn't the worst place to be stuck , they suppose . but it sure gets boring when they're on their own . they pick up the weird bat again , with the ball attached to it , & tries to figure out how to use it . to no avail . dirt & debris fall through the cracks in the ceiling , a warning that someone is approaching .

        “would you believe me if i said they’re not exactly   my thing either?”  they should be, considering her place on the unfortunate social hierarchy ingrained into american high schools.  it wasn’t that chrissy hated them, really; she would never say that they weren’t fun, even if they could be a little much for her.  but lately she’s been thinking that parties, or any type of get-togethers, would be more fun if she liked the people she was with more.  “or would admitting that my mom forces me into them half the time be more unbelievable?”

toes    past    the    threshold    ,    &    finally    ;    silence    .    a    night    of    endless    chitchat    &    a    smile    forced    to    sit    the    line    between      inviting    &    mysterious      made    the    cool    evening    air    feel    worlds    better    than    it    otherwise    would    have                  it    was    an    escape    ,      a    moment    of    solitude    shared    only    by    bear    &    the    city    lights    ...   ...   ...    &    elektra    .