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That party sucked.
Apparently Misha just HAD to have someone along with him. Only instead of sticking together, Misha decided to run off and do... whatever you do at parties. Shockingly so, Noel really didn't know much about parties outside of that High School Musical type shit he saw on TV as a kid. Truthfully, he couldn't be bothered to socialize. School was enough, why would he make himself talk to other people?
He felt that way about a lot of things, especially after what happened with the Cyclone. He was shocked even he survived, let alone almost the entire choir. There was only one casualty; the new girl, whatsherface. He was pretty sure her name started with a 'P'. She was decapitated. So life goes, he guessed. He didn't want to bother himself caring. Even so, sometimes he caught himself going too deep into thought about her. How her family probably grieved, how her dreams had to come to a halt...
He didn't like thinking about it.
He yearned for tragedy as much as the next guy --- actually, way more. Why? He never really had an answer for that. It wasn't until he felt the familiar bitterness of the cold he realized he had wandered outside. So he guessed he was walking g home. He could stomach the cold, he had lived in the middle of nowhere in northern Saskatchewan his whole life. But that didn't make him hate it any less.
He absentmindedly he walked down the street. He supposed there was one good thing about living in a small town; he could be anywhere in the general area and probably be able to find his way home.
That didn't mean it didn't come with a slew of other problems. Kids were still homophobic, even in the massive year of 2009. And the education system was in Uranium was a laughing stock in itself. He hated it, frankly. Everyone knew he hated it. In his seventeen years, he had both made that appalling obvious and not met a single "smart" person. Ocean was academically smart, whatever, but she didn't count! She was self centered and annoying anyway.
Snow blew past him as he trudged home, the cold air practically hitting him in the face like it was mocking him. If there was one thing he hated the most about his home town, it was the godforsaken snow. Summer was his favourite time of year because of that. He brought his hands to his face and blew into them to warm up. He supposed that would have to do. He was almost home anyway.
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When he pushed open the door to his house, he was greeted by... no one. He wasn't exactly shocked; his mom had picked up extra hours since Dad left. He kicked his shoes off and shivered while walking into his room. His room was average --- a couple posters held up with tape and a dream, messy bed, and an ungodly amount of blankets tossed across his room. If the wind chill ever went below -70 again, he wasn't gonna be the one freezing his ass off.
He quickly got into bed and shut his eyes, but he couldn't really sleep. He was still pissed off. About getting dragged to some shitty party, about living in the worst place on Earth (as far as he was concerned), about everything, really. He hated everything about everyone, and he hated that fact too.
One day, he thought. One day he'd run away and never look back. He hoped that day would hurry up. But until then, he would be stuck like this. He sighed and stared at the ceiling for a while. His mom came home and promptly went to her own room and slept. He didn't really notice. He didn't want to notice right now. He just wanted to sleep.