InsaneJournal

Early One Evening
Who: Ayize, OTA
When: Sunday afternoon/evening
Where: Around the school grounds
What: Zeke takes a bit of time off of the track to clear his head
Rating: PG?
Status: Incomplete OPEN

He had skipped the angry rant on his journal. That was pointless. Ayize didn't really want to bother people on the internet and around the school with his problems. Running felt good. A release. So he strapped on his shoes and was off. An hour had passed and he was tired now. Not that Ayize had run for the hour straight, but his legs were starting to tire out and quickly he began to collapse. He wasn't ashamed of it as he stopped and let his knees die. They crashed down in to the grass and he knelt there before putting his hands on the ground. He was panting and sore, but it felt good. It felt better than this hate he had built for the man he equally respected.

Slowly, Ayize sat back on his rear and let his legs stretch out in front of him. He was only a few yards from one of the several entrances to the building, easily able to be spotted. A hand ran over his short, black hair to wipe away a bit of sweat on his brow and forehead.