Monday, July 23, 2007,
12:28 AM
Falcon took a seat in his usual fourth row. It had only been a week since he was gone, but yet he felt so awkward sitting on that regular red chair of his. Funny, he thought. There is still a few more days, but yet he already felt detached. Felt as if he wasn't part of the group anymore. Felt as if something, or someone, had compelled him to move on. He thought about all the things that was about to be set forth before him - the path he would take, as well as the things he had done to prepare for this new adventure. He felt his left pants pocket. Good, it's still there, he thought to himself. He looked around him. All those people he once grew up with, the times they shared together, he had to leave them all behind now... for it was time to go... time to begin another chapter of his life. It wasn't going to be easy, he knew that. But he also knew he always had friends who would be there for him. Friends who would help him get through thick and thin.
He thought of the Puppet, how such a chain of events in the past few years had led to it. How he first met the Puppet a long four years ago, how the Puppet has grown into something he'd never expected the Puppet to become. On the left was his table, on it lay a Magic 8-ball which his ex-classmate gave him. He called her his "wotcher-buddy", because she always greeted him with the word "wotcher!" rather than "hi", or "hello", or something along that line.
The camera had just arrived, along with his 6300, his tyre clock which he loved so much since he was into F1, and his new thermos... it'll come in handy, he knew.
His mind then wandered off to the yellow tie, how he would not be able to touch it, at least... his bed, how he would not be able to sleep on it and his driving license, how he would not be able to put it to good use, all for the next four months, at least...
With one last look, he packed up, shut the door behind him, and started off...
