Writing Sunny Came Home

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[b][Author's Note: The short story I'm currently writing is based off of a song [three guesses as to what its title is] that will eventually get around to coming in manga-form if I'm not too lazy during the summer.][/b]

Danny Rothrow was in Old John's small gas station sourly sweeping the floor, trying to clean the infested cracks inbetween the tiles that had always bothered him. It was really of no use; the broom itself was as dirty as his uncle's hogs. He kept on sweeping anyway.

Well, of course Mr. Rothrow didn't remember the day for sweeping the floor, although he did get a nasty splinter that managed to slip through his hardened fingers. But that was a special day indeed. There was no tingling in Danny's bones or a small feeling in the back of his mind. Actually, Danny was planning on skipping out for a few hours during the lazy hours so that he could maybe catch up with a friend or get an icepop. Unfortunately for him, it started raining and there was no way in hell that Danny would try getting out from the back when the giant puddle formed in the middle like an oozing sand trap of death. So there he was. Even though then he had gotten tired of sweeping and was just rotating the broom in an uneven circle. His boss had stepped out about half an hour ago, saying something about his mad cow.

And since he was bored, and like any other bored clerk would do, he fiddled with his thumbs and tried to look important at the register in case someone were to walk in.

Danny remembered the last time he fiddled with his thumbs; he was waiting for the mailman to come 'round on his rickety wagon carrying a load of letters. Oh, and in those letters, in those letters, Danny hoped in those letters there would be his ticket to escaping the small town of Crossway and just live. Danny looked about for a second and caught that stupid Andrew Sullins sitting jumpy as a jackrabbit on the bench. Danny leaned foward and rested his elbows in the crooked posts of his fence, trying not to sneak a glance at Andrew.

He was fiddling with his thumbs then, he remembered. Every year his high school would issue a scholarship to Middleton University. A scholarship! Danny didn't know what a scholarship until he layed his jittering feet in the principal's office. 'It was really [i]Zach[/i] who stole 'ole Ms. Washington's whacking stick,' Danny swore to himself in his mind. He finally caught ahold of himself and apologized to Mr. Madison after staring at him blankly for a minute. Danny remembered what Mr. Madison had finally said (after starting out with some setences that sure-near caused a lengthy preach about school and responsibility): 'Son, every year this fine school gives out a [i]scholarship[/i] to it's top student. You hear? Haha... Although I can't really remember our school having two go against each other for it, haha. Andrew, it is?' Danny guessed that was why mother had given him two extra pancakes at him and drove him to school with a tittering grin.

Danny had never really been mean to Andrew Sullins, but he had never really been nice to him either. After that, Danny decided to leave the mystery of Andrew's stolen lunches be. Danny's dreams grew like the green ballons his father would blow for him on birthdays, and his ambition was like God, bless him. He started wondering about silly things: what the finest automobile looked like and what TV would be on at 4 o' clock on channel 40. Would there be a channel 40?

Danny was fiddling his thumbs like mad then. Maybe he was chosen, maybe he wasn't. [i]Zip. Zoop. Zip. Zoop. Zip.Zoop.Zip.Zoop.Zip.Zoop.ZipZoopZipZoopZipZoopZipZoop...[/i] Danny scrubbed his nose with a scowl before looking over at that crazy Andrew Sullins, zipping and zooping that red jacket of his until there was no jacket. 'It'd drive a man insane,' Danny thought.

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[b][Author's Note: The part of the story you just read is the very first...draft-thing. >_>. I wrote it on OB, as a matter of fact, so don't kill me if there are grammar mistakes and stuff. I hate grammar...:< I just failed my last grammar test...][/b]