Johnny and Zach - A Meeting (In-progress, closed)
WHO: Johnny C. and Zach Bosch
WHAT: A meeting so that Johnny can give his journal to Zach.
WHERE: Near the fountain in the park.
WHEN: Mid day.
It took Johnny a while to find the fountain Zach had described. The 'park', located in the center of the town, was thick with forest, and it had not been particularily easy to catch on to the sound of babbling water. When he did, though, Johnny picked up the pace and hurried forth into a cleared area. There were a few benches strewn around the clearing, and, in the center, a large stone fountain. He had found it.
He looked around - no sign of Zach or anyone else, for that matter. Shrugging, Johnny walked over to a bench near the fountain and sat down there, waiting for Zach. He took his journal in his hand and flipped through it, skimming the words, focusing enough to read them on occassion. Generally when he had been talking with friends.
Johnny had never had many friends. He almost smiled, running his fingers over the dry ink, flipping through the pages. There were good and bad times recorded in this journal. And soon, he thought, with little feeling, they would all be gone.
He wondered if it would make a difference.
WHAT: A meeting so that Johnny can give his journal to Zach.
WHERE: Near the fountain in the park.
WHEN: Mid day.
It took Johnny a while to find the fountain Zach had described. The 'park', located in the center of the town, was thick with forest, and it had not been particularily easy to catch on to the sound of babbling water. When he did, though, Johnny picked up the pace and hurried forth into a cleared area. There were a few benches strewn around the clearing, and, in the center, a large stone fountain. He had found it.
He looked around - no sign of Zach or anyone else, for that matter. Shrugging, Johnny walked over to a bench near the fountain and sat down there, waiting for Zach. He took his journal in his hand and flipped through it, skimming the words, focusing enough to read them on occassion. Generally when he had been talking with friends.
Johnny had never had many friends. He almost smiled, running his fingers over the dry ink, flipping through the pages. There were good and bad times recorded in this journal. And soon, he thought, with little feeling, they would all be gone.
He wondered if it would make a difference.