The Maverick: Prologue
Mind Control
2006-04-02
Terry Fischer, a young male of 16 who is an embodiment of the term 'maverick'. That's who I was a few mere a days ago, a time prior to the incident that took the limits off of my life, and brought me to true rapture. This is where my story begins. I looked into the mirror, and staring back at me was a purely average guy: black hair, brown eyes, and 5'7, just average. I sighed to my image and reluctantly pulled myself away from the bathroom mirror so I could get to school on time. It was damned cold outside in Michigan around these times, and as soon as I jumped into my car I felt the wrath of the temperature beating against my skin. I adjusted my rearview mirror and glanced at myself again, and then with a sigh I decided it was time to begin another torturous day at school. I strolled into class a few minutes before the first bell rang. I quickly took my seat near the middle and proceeded to unintentionally blend into my surroundings, a trait I picked up from isolation over the years. I casually scanned the room around me, and easily found my source of entertainment for the next hour just as the class began. Miki Trotter, a half-Japanese half-American amazing beauty with unrivaled legs and holds an award for 'the sexiest ass in the tightest pants'. Her breasts being mere handfuls each are one of the only complaints about her physique, but to me that was more an advantage than a disadvantage. Her long black hair that spanned half of her back, and her innocent personality were a few of the catalysts to make the math class faster. A girl that was way out of my league I can't help but agonize over, a complex equation with a simple answer. To sum up my school life, I have a schedule of women that I see planned out in my head. I always choose the best seats to see but not be seen, and I never learned anything from my lessons as I am too busy longing for things I could never have.
2006-04-02
Terry Fischer, a young male of 16 who is an embodiment of the term 'maverick'. That's who I was a few mere a days ago, a time prior to the incident that took the limits off of my life, and brought me to true rapture. This is where my story begins. I looked into the mirror, and staring back at me was a purely average guy: black hair, brown eyes, and 5'7, just average. I sighed to my image and reluctantly pulled myself away from the bathroom mirror so I could get to school on time. It was damned cold outside in Michigan around these times, and as soon as I jumped into my car I felt the wrath of the temperature beating against my skin. I adjusted my rearview mirror and glanced at myself again, and then with a sigh I decided it was time to begin another torturous day at school. I strolled into class a few minutes before the first bell rang. I quickly took my seat near the middle and proceeded to unintentionally blend into my surroundings, a trait I picked up from isolation over the years. I casually scanned the room around me, and easily found my source of entertainment for the next hour just as the class began. Miki Trotter, a half-Japanese half-American amazing beauty with unrivaled legs and holds an award for 'the sexiest ass in the tightest pants'. Her breasts being mere handfuls each are one of the only complaints about her physique, but to me that was more an advantage than a disadvantage. Her long black hair that spanned half of her back, and her innocent personality were a few of the catalysts to make the math class faster. A girl that was way out of my league I can't help but agonize over, a complex equation with a simple answer. To sum up my school life, I have a schedule of women that I see planned out in my head. I always choose the best seats to see but not be seen, and I never learned anything from my lessons as I am too busy longing for things I could never have.
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