Post by Will Wright on Sept 23, 2007 11:57:39 GMT
Anton walked steadily onwards. He looked at all the beautiful flowers around him wondering who had made them. Religion was a big thing nowadays; some people are Christians, Buddhists, Muslims, Jews, Wiccans, Satanists and other things.
Most people believed that God made the earth and it's inhabitants, but then there was also the Big Bang theory. Anton believed the Big Bang theory because it had science to back it up.
Chemistry and Physiscs have proved this. But then again God had the Bible. The book of books.
Anton didn't believe in God or heaven or hell. He was an athiest. But that was his choice. His opinion.
"Oh Will, you came and you stopped me from dying...and I need you today oh Will!" he sang softly to himself. Will was like his drug.
He sat down on a bench and started to think about the world and it's inhabitants when Jack came over and sat down beside him.
"Hey dude, what's the craic?" He slapped him on the back.
"Nothing," Anton replied sullenly.
"Liar,"
"Fine, Will isn't talking to me."
"Dude, that sucks," #
"Stop saying that and yes it does rather,"
"Stop saying what? Dude?"
"Yes, dude."
"Fine,"
"What do you want?"
"Nothing. So what did you do that she's not talking to you?"
"I hit my half sister,"
"Ah that would do it. Hitting somone, you know...considering she's head of carers and all,"
"Yes I do realise that,"
"Just sayin'"
Anton looked at the rose bushes. "What am I going to do?"
"Dunno,"
"What would you do?"
"Dunno,"
"You're great help you know that?!"
"Yep,"
Anton sighed and got up. He walked away heading towards the castle.
"OI WHERE YOU GOING?" Jack yelled after him.
"Class," Anton said so only he could hear himself. As hewalked on he saw all the colours of the flowers and then decided, they had been painted by numbers.
Most people believed that God made the earth and it's inhabitants, but then there was also the Big Bang theory. Anton believed the Big Bang theory because it had science to back it up.
Chemistry and Physiscs have proved this. But then again God had the Bible. The book of books.
Anton didn't believe in God or heaven or hell. He was an athiest. But that was his choice. His opinion.
"Oh Will, you came and you stopped me from dying...and I need you today oh Will!" he sang softly to himself. Will was like his drug.
He sat down on a bench and started to think about the world and it's inhabitants when Jack came over and sat down beside him.
"Hey dude, what's the craic?" He slapped him on the back.
"Nothing," Anton replied sullenly.
"Liar,"
"Fine, Will isn't talking to me."
"Dude, that sucks," #
"Stop saying that and yes it does rather,"
"Stop saying what? Dude?"
"Yes, dude."
"Fine,"
"What do you want?"
"Nothing. So what did you do that she's not talking to you?"
"I hit my half sister,"
"Ah that would do it. Hitting somone, you know...considering she's head of carers and all,"
"Yes I do realise that,"
"Just sayin'"
Anton looked at the rose bushes. "What am I going to do?"
"Dunno,"
"What would you do?"
"Dunno,"
"You're great help you know that?!"
"Yep,"
Anton sighed and got up. He walked away heading towards the castle.
"OI WHERE YOU GOING?" Jack yelled after him.
"Class," Anton said so only he could hear himself. As hewalked on he saw all the colours of the flowers and then decided, they had been painted by numbers.
