Totally American!
cosumosu:

“Hey sport, I know it’s a little late, but do you think your mom’ll like the ring you’re currently munching on?”
It kinda goes with this image!

cosumosu:

“Hey sport, I know it’s a little late, but do you think your mom’ll like the ring you’re currently munching on?”

It kinda goes with this image!

The Gymnast (@mapledecember)

“You did this to yourself, Al”

The boy looked at himself in the small mirror of the bathrooms he was to clean later. He was dressed in all grey head to toe with the logo of the community gym patched onto the right side of his chest, as he could only sigh meeting his reflections gaze.

“Better than orange…”

Alfred Jones was one of the town delinquents. Alfred was always considered a bad kid from a very young age when he was dared by the other foster home kids to steal a candy bar from the mini market down the road.

Now, he was nineteen, fresh out of high school with a diploma, but a record to his name. He was actually really smart for a kid his age he just didn’t like to show it especially to his group of friends. Instead of studying when he was suppose to he would sneak out of whatever home the foster care program stuck him in and met his friends to drink some beers and do what ever the hell they wanted. Alfred only now started to realize with every stupid act he got caught up in he was only digging his grave deeper into a life of crime or worse a life behind bars.

He went to the door with the sign “Janitor” in big bold print, the “R” slightly leaning to the right. He unlocked the door with the key he had been given and the aroma of cleaning supplies and something that just stuck to the roof of his mouth hit him full on.

Once Alfred grabbed all the supplies he needed in his cart he began to roam the different hallways of a place that he had defiled with more stupid careless acts. It was the last straw for the judge and to serve his community service, Alfred was to be shown a bit of humiliation and clean the very place he had gotten caught at.

“Well, Al time to think…don’t wanna create more work than necessary, just do your shit and get out…only a ninety-nine more days to go…” He started to wheel his cart towards the twin wooden doors with a small plaque reading “Gym.”

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suggested by robertfinstock

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