Post by Azikiwe Alexander on Feb 18, 2010 18:26:06 GMT -5
Azikiwe wasn't the richest kid around. He had whiteboards stained with old markers scattered around. Newspaper clippings and plans for action were taped up to the wall. Unused dumbbells sat in the corner, a project that was dismissed. Azikiwe's back was turned on the french film that he couldn't name. Research was all he did. Research and homework. He lived on the third floor of the only apartment building in Forks. He disliked electronics, and only owned a 1999 Mac Desktop and the TV that was sputtering gibberish. Azikiwe, never learning to clean up after himself, had dirty clothes strewn everywhere, papers piled 100 sheets high, but somehow could find everything. "Where did I put the 1923 report... Oh under the pizza," he muttered as he lifted up the old pizza box.
