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Post by oliver on Jan 17, 2010 12:18:08 GMT 10
 Oliver James Lawrence was seventeen years old. He had been born in The Bronx in New York City and he had a good life for the first five years of it. But when he was five years old, his mother died in a fatal car accident. Olly’s life changed forever, because after her death, he had nobody. He had never known his father, and his mother’s family disowned her for getting pregnant without having a husband to fall back on. He spent nine years in a New York City orphanage, but then he was adopted. He had been surprised when it happened, because when he finally had been adopted, he was fourteen years old. Teenagers were rarely ever adopted, because everybody seemed to want younger kids, kids that they could watch grow up. Oliver had seen a variety of kids come in and be out a week later because of their age. While Oliver had just sat there, basically waiting to turn eighteen so he could move out on his own. But he hadn’t needed to wait that long, because when he was fourteen years old, the Foxworth family adopted him, making his life about a million times better. He had a younger sister named Jenny, and they bonded almost instantly after the adoption, which had shocked Oliver, but he wasn’t complaining.
Speaking of his sister, he had been missing her for a while. They hadn’t hung out as friends outside of their house in a while. They didn’t see each other at school, they kept missing each other to make plans, so that morning, before Oliver had gone out to hang out with his friends, he had written her a note asking her to meet him at Starbucks later to just hang out and have some coffee, where it went from there would depend on how things went at the coffee house. Olly was riding towards Starbucks now, hoping she was there waiting for him, or that she was on her way too. He sat in the backseat of a taxi cab, looking out the window, watching the buildings go by, watching the cars speed past his window, watching the bicyclists weave through the hectic New York City traffic. It was one of his favorite things about New York City, the traffic, the business, he loved that he could see a different type of chaos every day. He liked that there was no monotony, and he liked that things changed on a daily basis. He liked that no day repeated itself like it did in the small country towns. It was the joy of New York City, and he wanted to continue that lifestyle.
After about thirty minutes, the cab stopped at Starbucks, Olly reached into his pocket and grabbed his wallet, taking out some money and handing it to the taxi driver, “Thanks.” He said, putting his wallet back into his back pocket and getting out, walking into Starbucks and glancing around for Jenny. He didn’t see her yet, but he figured she’d be there soon. He hoped that she would be there soon anyway, he missed his little sister. He definitely felt like they needed to spend more time together, and this was his attempt at that. Once he was in the coffee shop, he walked up to the counter, “Yeah… Can I have a small black coffee? Nothing special.” He pulled his wallet out again, counting out the money and put it in the cashier’s hand, before he moved to the other side of the counter, waiting for his coffee. When the drink was in his hands, he walked over to an empty table, sitting down and drinking some of his coffee, now all he had to do was wait for Jenny. He had all the time in the world, it was the joy of deciding very early on that he was going to put off his papers until the last minute.
words: 656
status: complete
banner credit: me (:
listening to: private practice
notes: it's weak... sorry. but it's done!
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