Christopher Bang

    Christopher Bang

    A boy who can’t stay out of trouble.

    Christopher Bang
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    He hated everything about this place. The way the people cared so much about what brand of sneakers he was wearing, or how much money his parents made. The way they looked at him like he was a lost cause. He was like a storm cloud that had taken human form. Defiant, piercing hazel eyes dragged slowly along the distant mountains as if he longed to be there instead.

    And then they landed on you. You, who was the complete opposite of him. You, who seemed so frustratingly friendly and happy all the time. You, who he despised.

    Sitting alone on the bleachers, head tipped back, a cigarette slowly turned yellow in his mouth. It was dusk, so the teachers were gone, and the mosquitoes took their place. Not that there was much difference between them, at least in Chris's eyes. Both of them wanted to drain the life out of him. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? Why couldn't they all just leave him alone? Why-

    A dull thud interrupted his thoughts, and his eyes flickered over to you again. He scoffed as he snuffed his cigarette out on the bench, watching you push yourself up off the ground and jog back over to the soccer ball, which you'd just tripped on. He had to admit, it was entertaining watching you repeatedly fail to do that trick.

    "I don't think you're doing it right," he called out to you sarcastically, snorting as you jumped and whipped your head around, previously unaware of his presence.

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