Mhorashty
Really Really Experienced
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- Jul 30, 2006
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Zander Keats pulled his beat up old Chevy onto the street that brought more childhood memories to him, then any other he would ever come across in his life. He spent twelve years living in the house that he was slowly driving towards now. The snow had been falling for at least an hour, maybe two. The bed of his truck was blanketed in white, as were the roads and lawns of the little suburban street. Even with his high beams on, and his wind shield wipers and defrosters on high this street was still brutal in the snow.
He pulled his truck into the drive way and killed the engine. He watched as more flakes of snow fell from the heavens, hitting his wind shield and melting. There were almost no lights on in the house. Only one car in the drive, and maybe one in the garage, but he couldn't tell from here. He wasn't supposed to show up for another two days, but things had started to get heavy with the drama back at school, so he figured screw it and left early. Which turned out to be a good thing, because it seemed to him that this snow had no intention of letting up any time soon. He shouldered his back pack, as well as bag of laundry and opened the truck door. He stepped out onto the snow coated drive and trudged up to the steps after shutting the door of his truck. He pulled out his keys and began unlocking the door. The look of surprise on his mother's face would be priceless. Two extra days she would have to squeeze him for information. To dote upon him relentlessly. To comment on how thin he'd gotten at school, and how much older he looked.
He had changed a bit. The slightly over weight, underconfident, oafish teen had transformed in four months away from the sheltered life at home. Working out with the soccer and football teams had turned that fat into muscle. His confidence tripled once he'd lost his virginity... and he no longer seemed like the uncool, oafish kid that they had dropped off back in August. He kicked some of the snow off his boots and pushed the door open...
He pulled his truck into the drive way and killed the engine. He watched as more flakes of snow fell from the heavens, hitting his wind shield and melting. There were almost no lights on in the house. Only one car in the drive, and maybe one in the garage, but he couldn't tell from here. He wasn't supposed to show up for another two days, but things had started to get heavy with the drama back at school, so he figured screw it and left early. Which turned out to be a good thing, because it seemed to him that this snow had no intention of letting up any time soon. He shouldered his back pack, as well as bag of laundry and opened the truck door. He stepped out onto the snow coated drive and trudged up to the steps after shutting the door of his truck. He pulled out his keys and began unlocking the door. The look of surprise on his mother's face would be priceless. Two extra days she would have to squeeze him for information. To dote upon him relentlessly. To comment on how thin he'd gotten at school, and how much older he looked.
He had changed a bit. The slightly over weight, underconfident, oafish teen had transformed in four months away from the sheltered life at home. Working out with the soccer and football teams had turned that fat into muscle. His confidence tripled once he'd lost his virginity... and he no longer seemed like the uncool, oafish kid that they had dropped off back in August. He kicked some of the snow off his boots and pushed the door open...