This is a bad idea, he thought as he followed the adventurous girl and her nervous younger brother, the group of three venturing through the forest, the evening, warm glow of the evening sun illuminating their path. The girl, Emily Thomas, was seventeen and courageous, if not dangerously so. Her brother, Jonathan Thomas, was fifteen and a bit of a nervous wreck, very bashful and not-so-courageous. Then, there was the third, a boy of twenty, Zeke Watson. It was fall, the evening sun making the leaves of yellows and oranges and reds glow. The three's foot steps crunched the leaves upon the ground, wondering down the narrow, old path. The faint
My other titles consist of the occasional drawer, a pun-enthusiast, and the hindered literate role-player who every so often gets a sudden boost of inspiration out of nowhere. Furthermore, I admire the comforts of my own spatial preferences rather than take up a room filled with people. Unless they are my close-friends. But, if I’m not absorbing myself in their own personal problems and aiding them into a better state, I am otherwise alone and having my own free-time. Or on rare occasions (more like most likely) catching up with (procrastinated until the very last minute) school-related work. I am what you call an introvert who is working very hard to be more open and out-going. In terms of orientation, I consider myself to be pansexual with a preference for girls. Basically, a disaster.