Post by Takeru "Tk" Takaishi on Mar 21, 2015 0:29:17 GMT
With his mother working late yet again, Takeru was alone in his apartment. Outside night had already fallen and TK was laying on the floor, surrounded by his school texts. The blonde laid out doodling pictures in his English textbook, avoiding the work that needed to be done for tomorrow's class. After consuming an entire page with pencil art, the blonde rolled onto his back staring at the ceiling. Why did English have to be so dull? Poems, Plays, short stories...really what was the point of all of this?
Sighing the blonde stood, crumpling his first attempt at the assignment. "Takeru Takaishi dashes down the court, faking a right to avoid the defense men coming at him. Another dodge for the young star as he gets closer to the net." TK announced himself in a dream play, staring at the waste paper basket. "He shoots!" The paper sailed into the wire waste basket and Takeru jumped up, arms thrust into the air. "SCORES!"
Sighing the blonde stood, crumpling his first attempt at the assignment. "Takeru Takaishi dashes down the court, faking a right to avoid the defense men coming at him. Another dodge for the young star as he gets closer to the net." TK announced himself in a dream play, staring at the waste paper basket. "He shoots!" The paper sailed into the wire waste basket and Takeru jumped up, arms thrust into the air. "SCORES!"
