Pedal Boat For Sale 2 Seater Nature vs Polution II

Title: Aaron
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Rating: K

Genre: General / Friendship

Fandom: Original

Claim: Aaron

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Based on 535: Weekly Challenge based on: http://arvenia.deviantart.com/art/Pollution-vs-Nature-62741550

Aaron

Lying in the grass, happy in their little prairie in Cordoba where his family raised him since birth. The large and pure blue sky envelops you and you can see the fluffy clouds stroll lazily as the sun stained with the magical changes of daylight. The distant mountains are nothing more than your home about.

The old house where he knows that his father is preparing a roast like every Sunday, fanning the embers while his mother helps him prepare the garnishes. You can almost hear the lively voice of her younger sister ran to him to wake him from his reverie. With her long black hair in the sun like a little angel wearing daisies in her hands. Although he did not describe it as such, could not deny that for any other that pudiera look, with dark, intense eyes that leave you speechless and that mischievous smile and innocent.

But she never gets to wake up. Daisies frolic among the emerald sea, while the solitary breeze cool morning the hammock.

same fresh air in and out of your lungs in rhythmic breathing. Most seemed unaware that this was just a dream. Deliberately moved the stick in his mouth savoringfor himself the purity that surrounded him, the nature of their land.

An intoxicating aroma invades their memories, the grin on his lips show their discontent, this is what he does not want to feel. The sun king no longer caress, no longer feel its rays over the copper skin.

undertakes to display on your forearms, not knowing what they find, the aroma does not belong there, did not fit with their memories. CH TMLXC

The storm clouds are tinged with darkness, the same color as the breeze that now goes to his beloved.

The city rose before his eyes rapidly, like an endless maze of buildings and streets, losing the silence in the noise. He could not escape anywhere.

-Aaron "I callmod time someone shook him.

got up abruptly from the dark wooden desk where he was, blinking several times as the sound of youthful voices banks and formed a around, trying to remember where it was found. The black board on which data were drawn from history to be memorized. The old professor Guzmán firmly hitting the papers on his desk while students rose from their seats carrying books, with evident satisfaction that the class was complete. XC

"As in all history classes, Aaron," she recalled this, laughing. Do not worry, I'll spend tonight.

His partner taking up his things and he did the same, leaving the classroom and leaving behind the dark vision that disturbed him.

really missed home. CHTMLX