First Born / Sporty
Mihail Styx had an uneventful break, and recently came to terms that his mother was never coming back. She was dead, after all. Mihail wished that he had not been so naive about it. But what was done was done. He tossed another pebble into the lake, trying to get it to skip but failing miserably. Plus, he was starting to see one of his friends in a new light. It might just be because they were aging and puberty was hitting. Mihail had to start shaving his face. Spotty but at least it was slow. Mihail tried skipping another pebble, but it sank to the bottom. He shook his head, his hair blowing slightly in the wind. It was no doubt becoming tangled. He still kept it longer than others.