taleis walks in, dragging his white chucks along the ground with each step. it's something that would drive his aunt crazy, and it gives him this kind of rush. it's telling that that's one of the biggest rushes he's gotten since arriving. he's been climbing off the walls with the need to do something crazy, to mess with people or risk his life or just something. the closest he can get is practicing sword fighting or doing the climbing wall, but even then there's the fact that he knows people will always be around to make sure something bad doesn't happen to him.
it's stupid, taleis knows that, but he can't help being addicted to the rush of doing something that he knows is dangerous. he knows that people die from it, knows he could, but it doesn't really matter when he can finally get it.
but it's impossible at camp. it is actually impossible, and he is getting a bit of an adrenaline rush from dragging his white shoes on the ground. it's quite pathetic, actually. tommy would be ashamed. everyone back in california would be ashamed. he's supposed to be the reckless one, but now he's not.
it's stupid, taleis knows that, but he can't help being addicted to the rush of doing something that he knows is dangerous. he knows that people die from it, knows he could, but it doesn't really matter when he can finally get it.
but it's impossible at camp. it is actually impossible, and he is getting a bit of an adrenaline rush from dragging his white shoes on the ground. it's quite pathetic, actually. tommy would be ashamed. everyone back in california would be ashamed. he's supposed to be the reckless one, but now he's not.