In the town where I was born (OPEN)

[APOLLO AVERUS ATHANAS]

“...lived a ma~a~a~an who sailed to sea~... And he to~o~o~old us of his life... in a yello~o~ow submarine~~...” Ah singing, what a wonderful thing it was, being able to sing outloud a joyful tune which could lift one’s spirits to the heavens in joy and laughter and love and-... yes well, it would have all been fine if perhaps Apollo could sing. It wasn’t as though he was out of tune, or was a bit flat or anything like that. It was just the fact of the matter that his singing sounded like a warbling seagull on its deathbed while it was being eaten by a very loud and noisy shark. Not the most attractive of sounds by anyone’s opinions. Well, all except his own. Apollo had often been told he couldn’t sing, or wasn’t the best singer, and he for sure knew he wasn’t very good at it. But did that stop him from singing entirely? Certainly not!

So here he was, with his hands in his pockets, strolling without a care in the world down the hallway, singing a merry tune to himself. At least he didn’t have to worry about interrupting any classes as it was a little late now for them to be running on. Unless there were study groups or some sort of thing like that – he paused in his steps, one foot on the end of his lanky leg still held in the air as he glanced aside at one of the doorways to the classroom. Crap. What if he had just interrupted some lovely ladies’ learning time? He couldn’t be put at fault for that! He would never be forgiven! And he didn’t dare want to be put under the worry and guilt of several pretty ladies’ upset faces for interrupting their cute little study session.

Planting his foot back on the ground, he then took his hands out of his pockets and without a word of warning, suddenly took to flight and darted down the hallway as quickly as he could. Running past all the classrooms at breakneck speed. Maybe it was his Olympian blood in him – or at least that’s what he always liked to think – that led him to being able to be as athletic as he was – or maybe it was just the fact he was a damn lanky b*stard. Who knew?! Finally he skidded to a halt at the end of the hallway and took in a deep breath. “Okay, so hopefully no more lovely ladies’re gonna get their cute lil’ study sessions interrupted by me!” he laughed loudly at himself, then realised that that was probably just as distracting as the awful warbling of his singing. “Crap” he said to himself, covering his mouth.

So much for trying to keep himself quiet to the lovely ladies could study. He frowned in thought, then raised his hands to his mouth and called out down the hall one last time. “Sorry t’interrupt ladies! Carry on with y’studyin’!” he shouted. Then suddenly realised that maybe there weren’t any late-study-groups going on. “Or not! Y’know-... whatever!” Now he was getting confused. Just which was it? Maybe he should go and check all the rooms just to apologise personally. “But that might be considered weird...” he thought to himself. Oh God the confusion!!!