Think they have warranty for these things? (Mia)
Jul 21, 2012 19:33:39 GMT -5
Post by Jared Park on Jul 21, 2012 19:33:39 GMT -5
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Growing up had always been a vague idea in the young Asian’s mind. Sure he’s almost halfway through being a teenager, but considering how he’s usually acting, it won’t take much to mistake him for a young teen, or a pre-teen even. He’s just a little too bubbly, easily excited and almost always has a dozen different questions for a very simple thing. It’s not like he’s doing it on purpose too; that’s just how he was brought up. Being the youngest in a huge clan (and by huge I mean really huge; he has five aunts and uncles from his father’s side, four from his mom, and a dozen more family friends from church), he was pretty much babied by the people around him. And while living alone in Vermont for about two years now had taught the boy a thing or two about independence, he’s still pretty much the young kid that he was when he first flew down the border and across the continent.
Like today, for example. He got a note from the office that a package from his father arrived. The boy rushed to the office and within minutes, he discovered that he’s been given a new remote-controlled helicopter. The boy squealed when he saw what was in the box, as he’s been wishing for it for quite the long time now. (Think two months). He wasted no time, setting the copter and remote in record time, as well as texting his best friend to meet him outside (because AJ simply can not miss this).
Instead of heading out though, the boy decided to go out and explore the school buildings with his new toy, darting out of the dorms and into the main buildings. He weaved through the classrooms, avoided the labs before finally choosing to go play in the library for some odd reason (because the noise of the copter won’t be that loud [/sarcasm]).
He was so busy making his toy fly above the shelves that he didn’t see where he was looking, bumping into someone and losing his toy plane somewhere within the next five or so book shelves. Worst part is he fell on the remote, and while the rest of it is still intact, the antenna was horribly mangled. “Oh no,” he said, lip quivering and eyes turning red, not bothering to stand up from the carpeted library floor.