Post by zackary on Dec 2, 2007 21:45:11 GMT -5
Through the crack in the books on the shelves, a boy can be seen leaning back in a chair. His brown hair rested untidily on his head, There were glasses rested on almost the tip of his nose and his eyes were half-open. A stack of books sat on the table in front of him and there was an opened book leaning against them. His arms were hanging down by his side. To anyone it would seem as though he was asleep. This was not the case, however. Zack was simply daydreaming. His head lost in a world of strange visions and weird thoughts.
The book that lay open in front of him told stories of the past. Nothing too interesting. Just something to read to pass the time. His glass were slightly smudged. He'd pressed them into his face and accidentally pushed it far enough to touch his eyes. That doesn't matter though. It's completely irrelevant. There was a cough and the boy was almost completely startled. His eyes were now wide-open. "Wha...What was I doing?" he said out loud to himself. Zack's voice was low enough, though, so that no one would've heard it. So I guess you could say it was a whisper. He rubbed his eyes, pushing his glasses up slightly onto his forehead.
Zack looked at the book he was reading. "Right. I'll close this and read one of these others then." His voice was slightly louder but there was a yawn in between 'read' and 'one'. He shoved the story book to the side and pulled the top one of and leaned it against the stack. More stories, but some of them were about Loxley. Interesting, he figured the only stories of Loxley were the muggle legends of Robin Hood. Zack's head rolled on his shoulders. It was only the afternoon. Great.