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Caleb Guardian
"If I follow the light that I deem the brightest
I won't believe that it's always like this."
I won't believe that it's always like this."
Caleb trudged through the shady forest, running his hands through his sweaty hair. The hear today was almost unbearable - so bad, that he wanted nothing to do but stay inside in front of an overworking AC and eat a Popsicle or six. But alas, the camp didn't allow luxuries like that inside the boarders (goodbye laptop. Goodbye AC.) So Caleb had nothing to help. But it didn't really matter, anyway. He didn't have the money to buy an air conditioner - not one that works, anyway.
He was lucky he was from a hot part of the country. At least he was a little used to this weather. But that didn't mean he was immune to it. Maybe it was a bad day to go out hiking.
He stopped at a tree and slid down it, tiltinghis head back against it.
He was wearing a grey and red vintage Coca Cola t-shirt and destroyed jeans. He hated shorts, but today he longed for them. Too bad he didn't own any.
He sighed aggressively, closing is eyes, and sprawled out starfish style in the dry ground.