![](http://i.imgur.com/MnVP6Eh.png" "source: imgur.com")
Post by Taylor McCarthy on Apr 12, 2015 20:13:42 GMT -6
Taylor Brennan was now in the United States of America. Prior to his relocation from Ireland, the brown haired boy had only stepped foot outside his own country to visit England a handful of times and never had he actually been to another country proper. He'd certainly never traveled across the ocean to a country that was so different. While most teenagers would find themselves homesick or struggling to adjust with a new culture, Taylor found himself adapting remarkably well. He'd spent a few nights looking up US history and pop culture mostly because he was curious and interested in his new home. He'd even gone so far as to add the US National Anthem to his music collection. While he didn't quite see what all the fuss was about, it was kind of catchy.
And so, Taylor Brennan made his way along the path that led to the part of the river where the students had found to wash clothes, swim, or do whatever it was that kids did around slow moving bodies of water. There was a thin smirk present on his lips as his sneakered feet moved him closer to the riverbank. He passed a couple of his fellow students, one of which was a pretty girl in which he gave a polite nod and an 'afternoon, luv' to. Yes, Taylor felt good. The early morning fog had burned off and the afternoon sun was hanging high in the sky. It was hardly summer weather but it certainly was warm enough for a dip.
He moved up to the river where a few students were scattered about and stood, nodding approvingly, hands on his hips, as he scanned the scene. "O'er the land of the free." He sang softly under his breath, extending out the 'eee' like he'd seen in many of the YouTube videos of people singing the anthem at various sporting events. Ireland would always be home, but Taylor Brennan had no qualms about showing his American pride. The tight Speedo he wore with the design of Old Glory upon them was proof enough of this. "And the home of the brave indeed." He said to himself before his eyes settled upon another student. "You don't need to stare." He said with a wink. "There's plenty of me to go around."
And so, Taylor Brennan made his way along the path that led to the part of the river where the students had found to wash clothes, swim, or do whatever it was that kids did around slow moving bodies of water. There was a thin smirk present on his lips as his sneakered feet moved him closer to the riverbank. He passed a couple of his fellow students, one of which was a pretty girl in which he gave a polite nod and an 'afternoon, luv' to. Yes, Taylor felt good. The early morning fog had burned off and the afternoon sun was hanging high in the sky. It was hardly summer weather but it certainly was warm enough for a dip.
He moved up to the river where a few students were scattered about and stood, nodding approvingly, hands on his hips, as he scanned the scene. "O'er the land of the free." He sang softly under his breath, extending out the 'eee' like he'd seen in many of the YouTube videos of people singing the anthem at various sporting events. Ireland would always be home, but Taylor Brennan had no qualms about showing his American pride. The tight Speedo he wore with the design of Old Glory upon them was proof enough of this. "And the home of the brave indeed." He said to himself before his eyes settled upon another student. "You don't need to stare." He said with a wink. "There's plenty of me to go around."
