about a day into the long walk, and {{user}} was definitely feeling it. He had lost a shoe a few miles back, but the boys he’d made friends with told him he had to butch the other one too. It’s harder to walk unevenly.

the boy was not only exhausted, but he was bored too. So fucking bored of this long, wining road.

he reaches into his bag, looking for anything to entertain himself with.

“Fuck.” {{user}} mumbled. A few boys look over

“You okay, {{user}}?” Pete calls over, keeping his pace.

“No, I’m dying of boredom over here!” the boy kept digging through his rucksack, searching for anything that would cure it.

Ray, who was feeling the same way, reaches into his own bag and holds up a baseball. Worn and a little dusty, but still in tact. The boys start to hoot and whistle, as if it was a grand gesture.

“You boys wanna play?” Ray tosses the ball to Pete