![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
TM - Who is your best friend?
Apr. 26th, 2007 04:04 pmooc: just a reminder that all TM Prompts do not relate to anything in RP. and seeing that the obvious answer in both 616 and Ultimates verse would be Wanda, and the fact I don't need to write ANOTHER OMG my sister is my life and blah blah blah, I'm switching to Evolution verse for a change of pace.
Back on the streets of the Bronx, there's not much a services kid has. You get a bed to sleep on, some crappy clothes from the salvation army, and enough food in your stomach to keep you from dumpster diving. Some kids get lucky and find a foster home.
Me? I got lucky and took my meals with the Daniel's family. Evan and I, we were on the same b-ball team in junior high, just after I got shuffled into this part of the system. His parents were good people, and when they met me one night after a game, his mother swore she was going to feed me until I stopped looking like I was skin and bones.
Of course, I wasn't going to tell her that the reason I looked like this was because I was from a better evolved race than she was. It just wasn't something we talked about.
But Evan and me? Hell we did everything together back then. Movies, video games at the mall... but then high school came around and things changed. Drifted apart, I guess you could say. He hung out more with the skateboard punks, and I was just getting bored quickly. School didn't interest me anymore, and I was a genuis according to the tests. So I just did things to amuse myself.
We still met on the b-ball court though, getting on the team and bringing in wins. But it wasn't the same.
And then, well... choices had to be made, and push came to shove, the friendship wasn't there anymore. Which pretty much sucked because I was out of free meals after that.
Back on the streets of the Bronx, there's not much a services kid has. You get a bed to sleep on, some crappy clothes from the salvation army, and enough food in your stomach to keep you from dumpster diving. Some kids get lucky and find a foster home.
Me? I got lucky and took my meals with the Daniel's family. Evan and I, we were on the same b-ball team in junior high, just after I got shuffled into this part of the system. His parents were good people, and when they met me one night after a game, his mother swore she was going to feed me until I stopped looking like I was skin and bones.
Of course, I wasn't going to tell her that the reason I looked like this was because I was from a better evolved race than she was. It just wasn't something we talked about.
But Evan and me? Hell we did everything together back then. Movies, video games at the mall... but then high school came around and things changed. Drifted apart, I guess you could say. He hung out more with the skateboard punks, and I was just getting bored quickly. School didn't interest me anymore, and I was a genuis according to the tests. So I just did things to amuse myself.
We still met on the b-ball court though, getting on the team and bringing in wins. But it wasn't the same.
And then, well... choices had to be made, and push came to shove, the friendship wasn't there anymore. Which pretty much sucked because I was out of free meals after that.
