Newt Livingston (newtlivingston) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-18 21:27:00 |
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Current music: | long distance - naked brothers band |
Who: Newt Livingston & Open.
What: Still trying to get in contact with people he knows.
When: After lunch.
Where: At one of those little children's tables at a bookstore.
Rating: G-PG.
Status: In progress
For a few weeks now Newt had been trying to figure out everyone's phone numbers so he could call them. For the first few days after he had arrived he had been able to call them with his cell phone, but now that the battery had long since died on said phone the teen couldn't get in contact with the people he knew. It hadn't occurred to him just how much he took those sorts of things for granted. It wasn't like he remembered their numbers off by heart. That would be just too silly.
He could currently be found seated at one of the brightly coloured low-down tables that were designed so parents could read to their children, but he supposed he just felt more at home in the children's section. It was less stuffy and kept his spirits up. When he went into the adult novel section he kept getting weird looks like maybe he was too young for that section. Whatever, he didn't care. His mind was currently set on the organization of various numbers he had written out in front of him. Pencil in hand, he narrowed his eyes in thought and stared off into the distance as he ran over various conversations with himself in his head. A phone book would be handy right now but the last time he checked, he wasn't even in it so he doubted his friends would be either.
Around him, parents cast weird looks in his direction and every so often a child would come up to him looking to talk to him only to get a, "sorry little dude but I'm doing my phonework," instead of the small talk they were hoping for. Newton sighed, glancing down at his paper again. This was useless.