Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Bonds ❯ The Average Boy ( Chapter 1 )

Blood Bonds

By Tygerlilee

Chapter One

The Average Boy

*Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the characters...only this story. I'm not making any profit off of this either.

He walked down the hall to his locker at the end of the row with his usual expressionless mask firmly in place. Another day had passed, another day of freedom. He was an average kid, with average grades, and an average life. There was no longer a war, no longer Gundams, and no longer any orders from senile old men. He was free.

A quiet girl in a yellow shirt smiled shyly at him as he passed her on his way out of the building. He nodded back.

A boy with long, unbrushed hair averted his gaze to the floor, his eyes empty. He mentally shook his head, remembering the endless sorrow and self-loathing that once consumed his own heart.

An older woman rushed in the opposite direction, her hips shifting back and forth, glaring suspiciously at every passer by. He groaned inwardly at the untrusting lady.

His backpack was unusually heavy, that meant more homework, but that didn't matter. He would get it done.

He calmly exited the building, his gait unhurried and casual--without purpose. He continued on the sidewalk, crossing streets. The buildings became more dilapidated as he walked on, the yards smaller, the sidewalks more broken.

He entered a four-story red brick building. The foundations were cracked slightly, letting the building lean slightly to the left, reminding one of the Great Leaning Tower of Pisa. Several windows were splintered and broken from stray baseballs and rocks, starbursts of jagged edges, the wooden edging weather beaten, and the roof sagging.

He climbed up seven steep steps and entered the building. The halls were dingy and dirty, the light dim. The stairs creaked from age and lack of attention. On the second floor, he unlocked the third room on the right to reveal a shabby blue couch and a short table. A doorway in the back led one to believe that there were more rooms.

An average apartment, for an average colony dweller on this run down old colony.

After the wars, the financially torn colonies fell into disrepair, especially the dwellings. Many had decent homes, but when one was living on the salary of part-time minimum wage, the pickings grew rather slim--especially on this colony. Rumor had it that the founders were encouraging people to leave because it was becoming so run down, that it was no longer safe to live on. It needed major rebuilding and designing, and that couldn't be done with people living there.

He slung his backpack onto the couch and sat down at the table to begin his work.

At four thirty, he put his homework aside and changed into khakis, a white collared shirt, and a teal button vest. He had to work until closing tonight --bagging groceries.

He locked his door and after walking down several blocks, arrived at a mid-sized convenience store. He clocked in and stationed himself at one of the checkout lines.

He smiled half-heartedly and politely at the customers and transported groceries for several elderly people.

He was average in every way and every aspect.

He was an average high-school student, orphaned by the war, supporting himself on his meager salary.

He was an average teenager with the usual bad attitudes and an indifferent facade.

He was nothing special and never had been...that was what everyone saw when they looked at him. He wasn't worth the notice for anyone to look harder to see if he might be more, if he might have once been more.

He was average and free, unnoticed and comfortable. He depended on no one and made his own choices. People could stereotype him if they wished--he didn't care.

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A/N I know that that was boring and seemingly pointless, but I needed that foundation for the rest of the story. I know that it sounds angsty, and it might be an angst story, but right now I'm not planning on that. You probably have already guessed who 'He' is, but if you have not, you'll know in the next chapter. PLEASE stick with me and keep reading. It'll get a LOT better SOON [okay, maybe not soon...give me six or so chapters, then it'll be happier : ) ]! Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome. Tygerlilee =^.^=