((Sean Carver and Mercedes Wilson Continued from Simply Studying and Hunger Pangs Already late, Sean thought as he and Mercedes made their way inside. Thankfully, no one seemed to give either of them a passing glance before he found a seat. He shot a nasty look over to where Mercedes had settled dow...

Name: Aaron Spidey Vassar Gender: Male Age: 15 Grade: 9th School : Bayview Secondary School Hobbies and Interests: Skateboarding, biking, smoking marijuana, music. Appearance: Aaron is afflicted with oculocutaneous albinism, a form of albinism which affects melanin levels in the eyes, skin, and hai...

Impatient little fuck , Sean thought in anger. Not like you had to trail along . His memory was already working to forget the threat he'd laid out at Rizzio's feet a few minutes ago, which was why he chose to bite his tongue as he heard Rizzio fidgeting behind him. Snapping at Rizzio would just dre...

Sean nodded, his posture becoming a little more relaxed. In all honesty, he hadn't expected his bluff to work. Rooting through somebody else's garbage didn't even begin to measure up on a drug possession charge. You've could've told me to fuck off, buddy , Sean thought as he looked at Rizzio, who wa...

I was out for only five minutes? I must be a goddamn medical miracle. It couldn't have been an overdose, he decided. He would still be lying on the ground halfway into a coma if that were the case. "I-I told them... I said you'd... You were unconcious." Rizzo stammered, still looking at h...

"Now what?" Rizzio asked. "Should I... Call and cancel the ambulance?" Sean staggered a bit, and groaned fas a fresh spike of pain hit him. He clutched his head and stooped over, squeezing his eyes closed as he tried to ride out the feeling. He felt moisture trickling from his no...

The little fucker had called an ambulance. Shit, he had to get out of here quick, he couldn't be seen with all this junk in his system. "Help me up," he groaned, lifting his body's weight up on trembling arms and trying to ignore the warmth that was spreading down his pants leg right now. ...

Behind Rizzio, the still form of Sean Carver lay flat on his back, his eyes closed and his face caked with dried vomit and whatever black liquid filth had accumulated in small little puddles on the alley pavement. The gradual movement of his chest and the small, pulsating red bubble in his nostril t...

He was swimming. Swimming in a murky black pit that held no bottom, enveloped in a warmth that carried him deeper into the depths of unconsciousness. At some level he had a sense of being held in someone's arms, of a slight sting coming to his face as he was slapped once, then twice about the face....

He couldn't bear to look at himself. He felt something hot and sticky run from the receiving nostril and collect at the top of his lip. He tasted blood, slimy and carrying a sickly coppery tang that made him clench his stomach. He wiped a wet red streak onto his jacket sleeve from his upper lip and ...

All this off a taste , Sean thought in amazement as head began to nod ever so slightly. Hearing Rizzio turn his offer down had made him just a teensy bit disappointed when he'd first heard it -- after all, even he could appreciate the opportunity to make a new friend -- but right now, he regretted ...

The guy was stealing from the mall trash? Jesus, he must be even more strapped for cash than I am. "I've been at this a while now." Rizzio popped a few pills into his mouth. Small blue pills, probably for a caffeine rush, but for all Sean knew they could've been ecstasy tablets. "I'm ...

Hopping off the side of the dumpster, the other boy started to make an apology, one that Sean couldn't really pay much attention to. For whatever the reason, he always found himself drifting in and out of conversations, usually coming back in to catch a fragment of a sentence that, in his luck, usua...

He was just about to pick up and head on back to the parking garage, but that little taste had already stirred a deeper craving for more. Reaching back into his shirt pocket, he unfolded the tin foil wrapping and contemplated what he held in his trembling hands. All right, Sean thought as he looked ...

(Sean Carver continued from Odd Man Out ) "Here it is man," the older boy whispered through tobacco-stained teeth, unfolding a small bit of tin foil to show a fine bit of whitish powder in his palm. Not that looking would have done any good for Sean, who still counted himself a relative ne...