Post by Sync on Jan 7, 2011 12:53:02 GMT
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,
& your thoughts have taken their toll
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---------------------------------------------------------------------A slight sheen of sweat had formed on his forehead. Mucking out with only one properly working leg was hard work, it was hard work with two working legs mind. He looked around Lockwood barn, a slight smile of accomplishment on his lips. It was his last stall of the day. He glanced at his watch, a frown pulling at his lips when he saw that it was 6pm. He still needed to eat and do his homework. Of course, homework would come first. Awkwardly carrying the water pale inside the stall, he then wheeled the barrow out and dumped the contents onto the muck heap. Wheeling the barrow back, he put it away before walking back to the stall. Untying the mare from outside it, he let her in carefully, trying to avoid her heavy hooves from catching his damaged foot. As he did this, he managed to catch the leg on the stall door, causing him to wince. The mare looked at him, a look of exasperation on her features. He just chuckled, giving her a pat on her thick neck before leaving her to attack her hay net. As he cleared up the remaining equipment outside her stall, he decided he didn't like working in Lockwood barn. The hormonal mares made him nervous, and he'd been snapped at here more than in the stallion barn. The foals were a bonus though, he liked working with those little buggers. He used his crutch to pick up his backpack and swung it over one of his shoulders. Returning the crutch to a position for which it was usually used for, he began to carry himself from the yard and out onto the path toward the main office. He knew the library was situated in that building.
The young male used his elbow to open the door, shoving his back against it to keep it open as he hobbled in. Many had expressed their surprise of him working in the state he was in, but he was proving to be one of the best grooms they had. Even if he was only part time. The male had been here a week now, often being recognized by various people who knew of him from the circuit. This made him a little angry, this was his time to shy away a little, stay away from his fathers disapproving eyes. But no, people had to know who he was. Frustration marred his usually happy expression as he walked into the library. The librarian greeted him warmly, and he pulled himself out of his thoughts long enough to return the friendly gesture. Carrying himself over to a near table, he sat down with a satisfied grunt. His body was aching a little, he knew he'd done much more than he should have today. With lessons and work, he had little time to think though, so he was pleased. Laying down his crutches and sliding them under the table, he shrugged his backpack from his back and placed it on the table. Looking around, he saw that the library was pretty full for this time of day. Nobody bothered him though, too caught up in whatever they were doing. Slumping down a little in his chair, he lifted his plastered leg and rest it on the chair opposite. Relief marred his expression, glad to get some weight off the painful injury. His shoulder was also screaming at him, but he'd learned to ignore that by now.
He dug around in his backpack for his maths book. Maths wasn't his greatest subject. In fact, it was his worst. The male glared at the book for a while, and then opened it to the page where the homework had been set. The numbers automatically became jumbled in his mind, causing his brow to furrow deeply. He tried to make sense of it, but couldn't for the life of him do it. Picking up his pen, he held it above the paper as if he was going to write something, and then pulled it back. He chewed on the pen lid as he though, every now and then plunging his pen toward the paper and then stopping before he could write anything. He hated Algebra so much. Finally, the first question started to make sense. He began to scrawl an answer down messily, before scribbling it out. He attempted it again, and this time was satisfied with the answer. Whether it was right or not, he'd find out tomorrow. His eyes flickered toward question number two. He stared at it for a second before giving an audible groan. A few people looked in his direction, but he ignored them. "I hate maths." he muttered to himself, before going back to chewing the pen lid as he thought.
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