The Kid wondered.

The kid felt defeated. He wished he could turn back time. He knew he could not. He could no longer afford to procrastinate. He reeked of desperation. Positive desperation, somehow. The kid wondered.

The kid had formulated the grand plan. A plan so close to perfect that it was impossible for anything to go wrong. All he had to now was wait for the right moment. And so he did.

Soon enough the moment arrived. The plan had to be put to work. However, something was not right; something was out of place. It seemed as if a part of him was conspiring against him. A voice inside the kid’s head kept telling him that it was alright to not work his plan. Although the voice was not very convincing, the kid waited. Perhaps, too long.

The kid felt defeated. He wished he could turn back time. He knew he could not. He could no longer afford to procrastinate. He reeked of desperation. Positive desperation, somehow. The kid wondered.