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- Mimi
Celyn was bored. Though with someone like him, it was easy to be. After all with someone with as short of an attention span as his, one just couldn't find himself with enough to do to keep preoccupied. Today he had already went on a bike ride, played with his cousins, and even (attempted to) read a book. He did like reading but not in large amounts by any means at all. It took him a while to get into a book and for that reason it seemed that sometimes school just proved to be a chore.
Taking a pair of keys into his hand, the boy walked out of his house and decided to go for a walk. It had become chilly in New Zealand at this point, and Celyn could tell. Instead of his usual habit of just walking out, he actually had to wear a sweatshirt and jeans instead of shorts. Sweatshirt or not, that wouldn't stop him from walking. It was one of the few things that he found solace in doing during the evening.
Though part of him, he found, wanted some company tonight. He didn't have much on his mind but some company would be nice for the sake of conversation. Maybe he could even meet some people before he was shipped off to a school he didn't even know much about. Though the probability of meeting someone like him where he lived just seemed nothing short of impossible. He had only made acquaintance with one girl, and it seemed to be awkward. So no matter the situation he just started to lose hope in the prospect of a friend. So now he just walked around, happy that the street lamps were lit.
Taking a pair of keys into his hand, the boy walked out of his house and decided to go for a walk. It had become chilly in New Zealand at this point, and Celyn could tell. Instead of his usual habit of just walking out, he actually had to wear a sweatshirt and jeans instead of shorts. Sweatshirt or not, that wouldn't stop him from walking. It was one of the few things that he found solace in doing during the evening.
Though part of him, he found, wanted some company tonight. He didn't have much on his mind but some company would be nice for the sake of conversation. Maybe he could even meet some people before he was shipped off to a school he didn't even know much about. Though the probability of meeting someone like him where he lived just seemed nothing short of impossible. He had only made acquaintance with one girl, and it seemed to be awkward. So no matter the situation he just started to lose hope in the prospect of a friend. So now he just walked around, happy that the street lamps were lit.