delvelop your character

His name was Jack.A lonely kind of fellow.He liked to keep to himself and didnt talk much.Hide in crowds as if hiding from someone put was really just shy.When jack was with friends or family he was loud and spontanious.Loved to make jokes and do funny things.His family were his bestfriends, always there for him and never excluded him.What jack loved more than his friends and family was art,but mainly one kind of art,music.Music was his biggest passion.He always listens to music no matter when and where.If hes home and not listening to music then hes making it on his computer.Jack was a DJ.The thing below music was visual arts,but not the legal kind.The kind you see on the street and dont pay much attention to, thats his kind of art.Its a differant form and not loved by all,but Jack thought it as extravagant.Big pictures,differant colors well blended and flashy all telling something about the person who did it.Jack loves doing this kind of art to.going out with a backpack full of spray cans all ready to be mixxed into a whole.Each with their own divine purpose to tell people whos Jack is.Thats who jack is,seen by some but secretly known by even more.

Setting

i hear the sound of drum & bass in my ear as it plaiys from my ipod.
i hear Mr.Ewing as he coughs sickly
i hear the sound of yelling kids in the next room
i hear Mr.Ewing russle papers as he moves them from one desk to another
i hear the sound of the keyboard typing as i type this blog

i feel the hard key on the keyboard as i type
i feel my ipod in my hand as change songs
i feel the warm air moving around in the classroom
i feel the stiff starw that i am cchewing on
i feel the cold mouse as i move it to fix my errors

i taste the straw in my mouth as i chew on it
i taste the flavor of the italian dressing from lunch
i taste the air as i inhale
i taste the empty tasting water
i taste the minty flavor of a mint

i see the wide computer screen
i see the small screen of my ipod
i see the differant keys on the keyboard
i see the empty classroom
i see the ant on the table walking quickly

i smell the plain smell of the classroom
i smell the delisous aroma of jack in the box
i smell the scent of plastic coming from the straw
i smell the harsh smell of Deco markers coming from my backpack
i smell the nice smell of the outside