Personally,<a href='http://159.65.241.122/index.php?showtopic=7172' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Buddy</a> had enjoyed the boat ride
As long as there isn't anyone trying to spark up a conversion, it was enjoyable, to say the least, but as soon as someone started to talk to him, it became UN-enjoyable.
He was standing in the hallway of the massive school. To the 11 year old boy who grew up in Richmond, BC, it was a massive place. There was many students around, walking, chattering, scattering off in many directions.
His eyes glanced around nervously, searching for the admissions office. He wished he was back in the small private school in Richmond, with its 200 or so students and squat, two story building.
Finally, he spotted the door called "Admissions office". He pulled the door open and entered, sitting down on the hard plastic straight-back chair.
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, then released it. In a whisper, he said "My name is D-Drake Jacob. S-seven, you can c-call me b-buddy." and waited for a reply.
As long as there isn't anyone trying to spark up a conversion, it was enjoyable, to say the least, but as soon as someone started to talk to him, it became UN-enjoyable.
He was standing in the hallway of the massive school. To the 11 year old boy who grew up in Richmond, BC, it was a massive place. There was many students around, walking, chattering, scattering off in many directions.
His eyes glanced around nervously, searching for the admissions office. He wished he was back in the small private school in Richmond, with its 200 or so students and squat, two story building.
Finally, he spotted the door called "Admissions office". He pulled the door open and entered, sitting down on the hard plastic straight-back chair.
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, then released it. In a whisper, he said "My name is D-Drake Jacob. S-seven, you can c-call me b-buddy." and waited for a reply.