Post by james thomas leroy on Mar 8, 2013 9:00:24 GMT -5
James stood tall in front of the mirror. He was fifteen and no wear near the height he might end up at but it didn't matter to him. He was still a little taller than a lot of the guys his age and the way he stood, with perfect posture and the way he dressed with his great attention to detail pointed at the fact that he was a mature and well adjusted individual.
He would have looked perfectly normal if it weren't for the blood stain on the cuff of his sleeve. He had tried to wash it out but blood stains weren't all that easy to get rid of. Still, the boy stood calmly in front of the mirror, a thumb running over the stain before pulling the sleeve of his sweat forward to cover it.
Satisfied with the cover up, he looked up at his face in the mirror. It was perfect and youthful but expressionless and calm. He straightened his collar and studied himself once more. Once satisfied with his appearance, James stepped back. Being too perfect tended to ring alarm bells but the boy couldn't help it. He wanted to have everything in order. He needed that perfection and control in his life.. Control was what he strived for. It was important to him.
He would have looked perfectly normal if it weren't for the blood stain on the cuff of his sleeve. He had tried to wash it out but blood stains weren't all that easy to get rid of. Still, the boy stood calmly in front of the mirror, a thumb running over the stain before pulling the sleeve of his sweat forward to cover it.
Satisfied with the cover up, he looked up at his face in the mirror. It was perfect and youthful but expressionless and calm. He straightened his collar and studied himself once more. Once satisfied with his appearance, James stepped back. Being too perfect tended to ring alarm bells but the boy couldn't help it. He wanted to have everything in order. He needed that perfection and control in his life.. Control was what he strived for. It was important to him.
