(Yaaay! Finally finished my post Glub Glub O30. I've been working on this post for like a week! And @ Ban's Siggy, FFFFFFF! He makes my heart go Knock Knock, as well. o_e )
"No, no, no! I mean it this time, Clive!" Shouted his mother, refusing his question about going to the Kon. "But mum," Protested Clive, running his fingers through his messy blonde hair. "'M positive tha' it's perfectly safe! N'one's gonna do anythin' bad t'me at a stupit Kon l'ke this one!" "If you're so insistn't on it bein' stupit, th'n why're you going?" "F' cryin' out loud, mum! J'st let me go t' the stupit Kon, 'n be done with i'!" His mother had no intention of letting her "Darlin' Boy" go to a big Kon like that one. With a simple gesture of her hand, she sent him up to his room. He moaned then reluctantly did as told. Plopping down in his computer chair, he spun the chair around. How unreasonable! But then, it hit him.
That's right! He had completely forgotten about the fire escape ladder that his fussing mother had put by his window. Letting out a relieved sigh, he said," Yes! Now, I c'n go! 'Is thing's finally good f' somethin'!" He edged over to the open window and looked down, down, down until he saw the ground. He lived in a three-story building. "...Heights, my arse..." Muttered he as he grabbed the pass that he had bought before he had asked his mother and climbing out the window. But, being the person he was, he had a hard time about being late. The Kon was about a few blocks away, but he could make it if he ran.
Clive sauntered slowly into the street, feeling too lazy to run. He started thinking about some of the people who had crossed far and wide to come to this Kon. But then, his dream bubble popped when a car was stopped in front of him and started honking, which made him nearly jump out of his fair skin. "Watch it!" Shouted the man in the car, shaking his fist at Clive. " 'M sorry, sir!" He yelped in response, startled by the man's husky voice. From here on, he started running as fast as he could. This Kon meant the world to him. He wouldn't miss it for anything. His crimson high-tops clacked on the sidewalk as he ran faster and faster with every car that passed him by. As he neared, his glimpse caught a few people standing around. Panting, he walked up to them before asking the blind boy in his thick Yorkshire accent," Are y' goin' t' this Kon, too?"