Speed Walk|| Open Para

Jacob threw his backpack over his shoulder and made his way out of the door. A protien shake, which tasted like dirt, in one hands and his Ipod in the other. He wasn’t quite running, but it was certainly faster than a walk, as he made his way through the croweded streets. Taking constant sips from his straw, he finally turned into the park. It wasn’t very crowded, but that didn’t stop him from being crashed right into. His reflexes are amazing, so he caught his Ipod and cup without problem. The contents of the drink, on the other hand, ended up all over the other person. “You know… greenish brown isn’t really a good color on you.”