Unnamed Story.

Captain Dappet · **Wed Jul 13, 2005 5:09 am Unnamed Story.**

Well...This is really just a test. Was thinking about writing something like this yesterday, but...Yeah. I usually write stories in M/S Word, and then maybe post them. But this is an exception. Hence, it doesn't have a name. But hey, what are names anyway?

Chapter I
Izzy Torrent

Isaac Jonathan Torrent, 17. Isaac "Izzy" Torrent, from East London, England, now living in the small town of Duncan, Canada, was sitting on the bus, on his way to Alberta. He had his feet up on the back of the seat on front of him, and leaning his elbow on the window.

Nobody wanted to sit by him. Might be because he looked kind of funny. A wristband with medium-sized spikes in four rows, torn dark blue jeans, a black shirt, and a white tie, hanging loosely from his throat. His hair was messy and long, dyed black.

Back home in Duncan he was pretty popular, and in certain circles in Alberta as well.

Popularity doesn't bring with it friendship however. Though nobody could tell, Izzy Torrent was probably one of the lonliest guys around.

He knew they only liked him because he played guitar. And he was damn good at it too. He turned his eyes from his Chuck Taylor-clad feet, shoes which he had stolen not so long ago as he wasn't prepared to pay that much for them, to the guitar case in the seat next to him.
There sat his only friend. His one true friend, whom he could trust and rely on completely.
His everything. His lover, his best friend, his family and colleague - a plain black guitar case and the red and black electric guitar within.

He grabbed the case and pulled it closer, then looked out the bus window, waiting silently for his stop.

To be Continued.