Clo-LOL-Dev

SETH "Is everything OK, Seth?" My father asks me in faked concerned tone. "You seem... distracted." Yeah, that's because I am, but I can't let him know that. Instead, I say "Yes, I'm fine." I try to look concentrated on the study notes my dad has given me. He sighs a heavy sigh, and I can hear the hint of fake sadness in it. He's a good liar. "Son, I know you're fourteen and all," Well at least he knows what age I am, "but you didn't turn all stroppy when you turned thirteen last year. You've missed your chance to turn all 'teenager' on me, big guy." Now, I know he's trying to act friendly and is trying to show it with a joke, but come on

As the splashes of yellow roar Along the tarmac river, Blaring moans from motors Echo in the street lit dim. The momentary passing of the traffic hums in your ears As a concrete torrent of people overflow And carry you on its course, down, down. The most fashion-crazed city of the now, From chic vintage boutiques to Bloomingdales. Women hungry for bargains Scrounge the streets In search of exclusive, but affordable, Stylish attire. The smudges of grey scrape the sky, As tall as the heavens, themselves. The almighty emperor gazing down, Over his fellow manmade edifices.