[Centre][h1][colour=seagreen]Johnny Baxter[/colour][/h1]
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Foresight was a gift that Johnny had always believed he was blessed with. So it was absolutely astonishing when he realised that he had stupidly left himself with nothing to do. He forgot to bring his camera, a book, his old Nintendo, [i]anything[/i]. He silently berated himself for being such an idiot. The logical solution was to go back home and get something to do. That being said, if his parents were home they would get suspicious. Was there any way to get in without getting caught?

His train if thought was suddenly halted by a voice calling his name. His head quickly snapped upwards, searching for whoever said his name. His inquisitive glare soften as soon he saw the culprit. Samantha Kingsley. She was the closest thing he had to a friend. She was quite sweet and always made time to say 'hello' to him, which he secretly valued. He in turn tried his best to be nice to her, didn't try to avoid her company, and helped her out as best he could when necessary. They weren't friends, but she was one of the few people he actually liked.

And though he didn't want to go to the party, he would have felt bad refusing her offer to drive him. He jogged up to the car, kneeling on the grass so he was on her level. He took a moment to catch his breath before speaking. [b][colour=seagreen]"Good afternoon. You really don't mind taking me? Cheers, I suppose. I mean, I don't want to go (don't you think it sounds dreadful?), but now that you've offered I guess I-"[/colour][/b] On closer inspection, Sammi's eyes looked a little red. He paused for a moment, his stare intensifying. [b][colour=seagreen]"Have you been crying, by chance?"[/colour][/b] He nodded slightly to signal that he understood why, tightly smiling. He gave her a quick pat on the shoulder, which he intended to be a comforting gesture, though he didn't know if it would be of any help. [b][colour=seagreen]"When we were being told by our teachers that we all need to try harder if we wanted to graduate, I think I know the one person that they weren't talking to. Well, I'll see you. Oh! Good afternoon, Miss Kingsley!"[/colour][/b] He briefly greeted Samantha's mother, then slowly stood up and walked away.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck. His house wasn't too far away, definitely within walking distance, and he had confidently left his window open. The perfect crime. Ten minutes later Johnny found himself scaling the walls of his house. He despised any form of physical exertion, but this was entirely necessary. He looked around his room, determind to find his camera. He was about to leave through the window, when he heard a car parking outside. Oh crud. His parents were back from work. Waiting until the front door slammed, Johnny scrambled down the side of the house, running back to the lake, camera in hand.

He spent a while sitting there alone, filming whatever interested him, narrating over the top. He'd found the perfect shot of some kids who were in his class speeding past him in their car, throwing their gowns onto the pavement, laughing. They hadn't seen him. He like to go unnoticed, filming whatever he chose, whatever was curious. Small towns, in his experience, were either curious or dull. Content could be both he had come to find. Usually, he liked sitting alone and doing nothing, but Sammi's offer for a ride stayed in the back of his mind. There was some rogue part of him that wanted to indulge her, for some apparent reason. He had her phone number from some project that he had done with her a year or so ago, and he couldn't be bothered to delete it. Swallowing his pride, his picked up his phone and went her a quick message:

[b][i][colour=seagreen]Hello. If it's okay with you, I would like to take you up on your offer for a ride to the Henderson party.
- Johnny[/colour][/i][/b]

He sat back on his bench, awaiting a reply. His attention was quickly stolen by some bird of prey above him, presumably a kestrel, preparing to swoop down on some good in front of him. The vole appeared too smart for the bird, because every time it swooped down to catch its meal the creature scarpered. It would hide for a bit and come out again. The whole situation was almost amusing, and Johnny caught the whole thing on film.