"Damn this world and everyone in it!" His arm erected pointing straight to the sun, seeming in be in the middle of the sky at the perfect moment.
"Out of all these bloody homo sapiens on this be damned planet, I had to be the one to have to write a biography on some dead geyser that lived all the way across the world from me!"
By this time, just about every person in earshot was staring at him, some who couldn't even see him still gave him the glare, and he felt it, but didn't care.
"Why don't you all mind you own ******** bussiness!" He screamed at them all making a sweep across the steps of the building with his arm, using his middle finger to point at them all. They instantly turned back what they were doing, some reading, some walking, and the others pulling out their diarys to write down what just had happen and making sure to write either "lol" or "lmao" at the end.
Now back to why he was screaming, he being our main charater James or course, about. He was assigned the job to write a biography for his last college exam, he didn't get to choose of course, that would be fair. No he had to write it on a man named George Lucas, the creator of the classic Star Wars Series and money whore of the era. He didn't enjoy any of the Star Wars movies, past the originals, some games were entertaining, others were more boring then watching your shadow flicker in light from the tv your playing the game on.
James started walking on his way in a total angst staring at the ground then accidently walking into someone.
"Excuse.."
"Me"
"You"
The sudden saying of that made him look up at the person in rage ready to tear them a fresh one. But suddenly when he looked up, he couldn't.
(I decided to leave with a cliffhanger to see if anyone is interested.)
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