Braxton bit into the warm slice of pizza hungrily. He was starving. He missed breakfast because he was late for school and he'd missed lunch because of a detention for not doing his math homework. Stupid math homework. The long and short of it was, he hadn't eaten all day and had been craving a peice of pizza since first period. He closed his eyes momentarily to savour the taste. It truly was the best pizza in Maine. He sat back satisfactorily and looked out the window. An old lady was sitting at the bus stop talking to her terrier. Thrilling. After all the years he'd spent here he still couldn't get over the slightly action-less way of life.

The cashier coughed loudly, and he jumped. The man was glaring at him. Braxton looked down at his feet and realized he was tapping them again. He smiled ruefully. More like stomping them. He sometimes couldn't distinguish the music in his head from the noise of the outside world. The man was still glaring at him. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today... he thought, absentmindedly sipping his coke.