Post by THEO JAMES on Jun 25, 2011 14:04:21 GMT -5
theodore curtis james
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A video camera is hooked up to a television. There is static playing, and then a scene lights up the screen. In the scene, a woman is in a hospital bed, sweaty but smiling. She's holding a baby in her arms, obviously a new born.
"What's his name?" Someone asks, beaming down at it. The woman looks up, directly at the camera, and smiles.
"Theodore. Doesn't he remind you of a little chipmunk?" She asked, laughing quietly. A voice from behind the camera, probably the father, chimes in his agreement. The scene cuts off when baby Theodore starts to cry.
Soon, it is replaced by another scene. There is a boy on the screen, about two years old. He's petting a kitten that is sitting in his lap, and looking at the camera. He pops a thumb into his mouth, only to have a hand reach out and pull his arm away from his mouth.
"Theo, honey, sing your song for mommy." Theo looks up, his bottom lip sticking out. His pout looks genuine. Until he is given a piece of candy. He then cheers up, and starts petting the kitten again with renewed vigor. "Theo, sing for mommy." He's prompted again. Theo nodded, still clutching the candy in one of his fists, and started to sing.
"The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout!" He sang, his voice childish and happy. He stops in the middle of the song, and pops the candy in his mouth, seems to forget what he was doing, and goes back to petting the kitten. His mother laughs, and the scene ends.
The next scene seems to be a block party. There are red white and blue objects everywhere, indicating the Fourth of July. Tons of people are milling around, talking, snacking, and there seems to be a game of kick ball going on. The camera zooms in on a five year old boy, who is clinging to the sleeve of an older child, around the age of ten.
"Theodore, be careful!" Someone calls out, and the little boy turns to see who shouted it. He waves to the camera, but then goes back to the big kids around him. Someone kicks the ball down the street, past the road blocks, and the older kids decide Theo should be the one to get it. He nods, and starts to run.
"Theo, come back here!" The person behind the camera yells, but the little boy has already ducked underneath the road block. He grabs a hold of the red rubber ball, and turns to smirk at the older kids. Just as he starts to come back, a car swerves around the corner. They're obviously a few miles over the speed limit, and don't see the small boy in the middle of the road. "THEODORE!" the camera is dropped down, and all that can be seen is gravel.
Static.
The next few scenes are fast forwarded through. Not once is there a scene of a small boy lying in a hospital bed. There is no coffin, or burial. It seems Theo has gotten away unscathed. The boys elementary school years are flashing by, school concerts, a baseball game, a few soccer games. A guitar lesson. It's stopped again, and they are in a car.
"Hey, mom, look what I found!" A voice says from behind the camera. The person in the front seat turns around, and smiles.
"That camera? I don't think we've used it since your first guitar lesson, sweetie." Theo laughs, and the sound is contagious.
"Wow. That was a long time ago. Mom, how far away is Colorado?"
"We passed the border ten minutes ago, Theo."
"... Oh. Right."
Static.
"Hello, my name is Theodore James, and I have three first names. Haha, that rhymes. I am fifteen years old, and a freshman here at Highwell. My mom let me bring this video camera with me to document my high school years, since I won't be living with them. Why? Because I'm a mutant. I have super strength. My parents found out when I was five, and almost got hit by a car. But it didn't hurt me, cause I stopped it. It was weird. After that we moved away from the neighborhood, and settled down in Chicago. Until my parents found out about this place. Then they sent me here. I'm not ashamed of my mutation. It saved my life, ten years ago. I can't use it that often, only when I'm being threatened, but hey, it's still pretty cool, right? Right. Oops, gotta go, someone's coming. Bye!"
Static.
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A video camera is hooked up to a television. There is static playing, and then a scene lights up the screen. In the scene, a woman is in a hospital bed, sweaty but smiling. She's holding a baby in her arms, obviously a new born.
"What's his name?" Someone asks, beaming down at it. The woman looks up, directly at the camera, and smiles.
"Theodore. Doesn't he remind you of a little chipmunk?" She asked, laughing quietly. A voice from behind the camera, probably the father, chimes in his agreement. The scene cuts off when baby Theodore starts to cry.
Soon, it is replaced by another scene. There is a boy on the screen, about two years old. He's petting a kitten that is sitting in his lap, and looking at the camera. He pops a thumb into his mouth, only to have a hand reach out and pull his arm away from his mouth.
"Theo, honey, sing your song for mommy." Theo looks up, his bottom lip sticking out. His pout looks genuine. Until he is given a piece of candy. He then cheers up, and starts petting the kitten again with renewed vigor. "Theo, sing for mommy." He's prompted again. Theo nodded, still clutching the candy in one of his fists, and started to sing.
"The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout!" He sang, his voice childish and happy. He stops in the middle of the song, and pops the candy in his mouth, seems to forget what he was doing, and goes back to petting the kitten. His mother laughs, and the scene ends.
The next scene seems to be a block party. There are red white and blue objects everywhere, indicating the Fourth of July. Tons of people are milling around, talking, snacking, and there seems to be a game of kick ball going on. The camera zooms in on a five year old boy, who is clinging to the sleeve of an older child, around the age of ten.
"Theodore, be careful!" Someone calls out, and the little boy turns to see who shouted it. He waves to the camera, but then goes back to the big kids around him. Someone kicks the ball down the street, past the road blocks, and the older kids decide Theo should be the one to get it. He nods, and starts to run.
"Theo, come back here!" The person behind the camera yells, but the little boy has already ducked underneath the road block. He grabs a hold of the red rubber ball, and turns to smirk at the older kids. Just as he starts to come back, a car swerves around the corner. They're obviously a few miles over the speed limit, and don't see the small boy in the middle of the road. "THEODORE!" the camera is dropped down, and all that can be seen is gravel.
Static.
The next few scenes are fast forwarded through. Not once is there a scene of a small boy lying in a hospital bed. There is no coffin, or burial. It seems Theo has gotten away unscathed. The boys elementary school years are flashing by, school concerts, a baseball game, a few soccer games. A guitar lesson. It's stopped again, and they are in a car.
"Hey, mom, look what I found!" A voice says from behind the camera. The person in the front seat turns around, and smiles.
"That camera? I don't think we've used it since your first guitar lesson, sweetie." Theo laughs, and the sound is contagious.
"Wow. That was a long time ago. Mom, how far away is Colorado?"
"We passed the border ten minutes ago, Theo."
"... Oh. Right."
Static.
"Hello, my name is Theodore James, and I have three first names. Haha, that rhymes. I am fifteen years old, and a freshman here at Highwell. My mom let me bring this video camera with me to document my high school years, since I won't be living with them. Why? Because I'm a mutant. I have super strength. My parents found out when I was five, and almost got hit by a car. But it didn't hurt me, cause I stopped it. It was weird. After that we moved away from the neighborhood, and settled down in Chicago. Until my parents found out about this place. Then they sent me here. I'm not ashamed of my mutation. It saved my life, ten years ago. I can't use it that often, only when I'm being threatened, but hey, it's still pretty cool, right? Right. Oops, gotta go, someone's coming. Bye!"
Static.
