beautiful day? (Gabriel Seran)

[george]

It was early in the morning. I had arrived an hour before the school was having their first class. I liked to get away from people. A lot of them bugged the crap out of me and I didn’t want to have anything to do with them. I liked peace and quiet occasionally. The previous day I had a run in with this kid. I don’t even like talking about it. I know exactly what happened. I sat on a bench outside of the school. It seemed nice and quiet. It then occurred to me that it was a little too quiet. Like someone was watching me. If they were they were doing a good job of hiding it. I was determined to find out who it was. I started to walk around various corners. It was probably a figment of my imagination but you can never be too sure. On my way back to the bench I was sitting on I took the support stick from a little tree. It was exactly balanced like a bow staff. I loved it. Sorry tree. I needed it more if I was going to be jumped. I walked back to the bench and hid it behind the bench. I was ready for anything right then.

[Gabriel Seran]

Out of shape…check, got to be fast...Check, need more strength…check?
His list of things to do was getting more and more troublesome. Things kept stepping in the way and he needed more. He wanted more. Gabriel found himself around the back field running laps, hundreds of laps, core workout and painful other numerous workout activities. He found himself working up a sweat as the mid-day sun broke upon his brow. He could see the bleachers just a few meters away, people came and went but very few stuck around to do much of anything. It would seem that anyone working out got dull after three hours.
Gabriel ran the track for a mile series before following a strict regimen of suicide runs. His arms were weary and his abs burned. When he came to a halt his throat burned a saucy pain deep in his throat.