The Roof, Thursday Morning
By now, Ender had identified whatever was going on with him as the raging hormones that they were. He still didn't like it; the indirectness of the itch, the way it made him flush for no reason at all, was troubling. Maybe if there had been an actual target for it, it would've made more sense to deal with, but there wasn't.
It was just some other creature carrying his skin around, like an overcharged chimpanzee looking for a quick release. Out of everything in the world he didn't have control over, his body had always been the one exception.
In short, Ender's place was on the roof this morning, where he could still catch the last snatches of the night's cold and he could focus on the laptop keys going tap-tap-tap underneath his fingers.
[[ open, for i am cruel ]]
It was just some other creature carrying his skin around, like an overcharged chimpanzee looking for a quick release. Out of everything in the world he didn't have control over, his body had always been the one exception.
In short, Ender's place was on the roof this morning, where he could still catch the last snatches of the night's cold and he could focus on the laptop keys going tap-tap-tap underneath his fingers.
[[ open, for i am cruel ]]