As the flow of letters on his screen stopped once more, Chris' fingers ceased their rapid movement. He looked back down at the keyboard and hit a key. Bizzarely, the letter came up in the text box. "This is one shit keyboard," he muttered under his breath. He sighed, checking his watch. No...

Chris shook his right arm, lowering the sleeve of his brown hoodie to reveal his watch. He had about ten minutes to go before lunch was over and he was off to Psychology. Well, may as well wrap this up. As the Guns Akimbo page loaded up, he clicked the "edit" tab to start talking about his...

Chris sighed as he finished typing. Kelly hadn't texted back yet. Maybe it was the reception? He hated his carrier, since he could only get a reception either outside or in three of his classrooms. The library was often very iffy. BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ He was mildly startled by the sudden vibration from hi...

((Chris Carlson continued from Lunch for the Bored and Hungry )) Chris shrugged his backpack off his shoulder as he found a computer, creating a deep bass thud on the carpet. He was a bit forgetful sometimes, and knew that if he tried to go to his locker multiple times a day, he would inevitably for...

Chris rubbed his head from the whack it took. It wasn't a problem at first, but now it was starting to ache a bit. He had been having an interesting year, that was for sure. "Are you okay?" he heard a girl ask. He looked over at the table the tangerine had nearly hit, and saw a tiny Asian ...

Chris finally managed to wrap up his book. He didn't have long to go, so it took him only about five minutes to get to the end. The ending was a bit surprising, but Darren Shan liked to pull plot twists at the end of almost every book in the series. May as well have kept to the status quo, eh? He to...

((Chris continued from Pursuit and Retrieval )) Christopher Carlson was, as usual, happy that he had brought his lunch instead of standing in line to buy it. The lines were long, queue jumping was rife, and the food, while filling, was cheap, low-quality, mass produced crap. Chris looked around, but...

((Christopher Carlson continued from The Long Walk Home )) Chris was unusually happy this past week. At times, he could have a completely stoic, neutral disposition throughout most of the day, more out of boredom than anything. And yet he was practically skipping through the parking garage on his wa...

Chris smiled, but it was a bit fake, honestly. He could tell by her tone and confusion that she didn't really want to accept, but he was happy to have someone. Better than going alone and having to find one of his friends to talk to. Like the last time he thought to himself. "Okay, see ya!"...

"Yeah, okay," Chris said, handing over the bag. She leaned in for a hug, which he warmly accepted. She was a good girl, no use in not hugging her back. Chris' house wasn't too far from here; only about half a mile away, which he could walk in about 10 minutes. "All right, see ya!"...

Chris smiled as Sarah said that. He was happy that he had found someone who wasn't as bigoted as others had been when it came to age. He was starting to like this girl, who now had her camera panning over the surroundings as if locking onto pre-placed markers. "Don't worry, I know the laws. Bes...

Chris had plenty running through his head. This year had been pretty hectic; despite his good grades, he had to work his butt off to get them. AP Macroeconomics was the worst. Despite having an accountant for a mother, he just couldn't easily grasp the concepts or the multitude of graphs. Memorizing...

((Chris Carlson continued from Toppings )) Chris and Sarah made no rush as they walked down the sidewalk on their way to the park, and from there, home. Chris wished his glasses had been ready beforehand, as he had ordered ones with transition lenses so they could mimic sunglasses in the daylight. W...

Chris took the bag and calmly shoved the handle up to his elbow, grasping it on the bottom with his other arm to make it more comfortable. "Sure. I like that park. Nice and quiet. And green.......mostly green." The pair walked out of the mall, Sarah donning her sunglasses. Chris was quite ...

Fern Terrace, Fern Terrace......where IS Fern Terrace? Chris was racking his brain to try and remember where Fern Terrace was. His face betrayed no confusion, but mentally he was panicking. Chris never really bothered to learn a lot of the street and neighborhood names around St. Paul; he just lear...