ToWriteAndWander
Not all those who wander are lost.
- Joined
- Jun 8, 2020
Andrew had never had a job before. Well, he'd never been paid to do anything other than chores and this sorta felt like the same thing, only it wasn't a chore or even for his family. His mother had told him that Mrs. Wilder, down the street, needed some help with her computer and that she (his mother) had offered her his services. She'd give him some money if he was able to fix it. So Andrew had packed a few things in his school backpack that he might need in order to fix her computer and headed off down the street.
At 16, Andrew was very much the shy, akward guy. He was a bit lanky at 5'10", not having filled out or grown into his body quite let, leaving him slim (almost skinny) and not toned or muscled. He had a pretty average looking face that would (hopefully) age well as he matured, but was otherwise pretty unremarkable. He was wearing shorts and a shirt as he walked down to Mrs Wilder's house and up to the front door. He rang the doorbell, hooking his thumbs into the shoulder straps of his backpack as he waited for her to answer.
His backpack had an assortment of cables, his tablet, and a few CD's he might need depending on what sort of issue her computer was having.
At 16, Andrew was very much the shy, akward guy. He was a bit lanky at 5'10", not having filled out or grown into his body quite let, leaving him slim (almost skinny) and not toned or muscled. He had a pretty average looking face that would (hopefully) age well as he matured, but was otherwise pretty unremarkable. He was wearing shorts and a shirt as he walked down to Mrs Wilder's house and up to the front door. He rang the doorbell, hooking his thumbs into the shoulder straps of his backpack as he waited for her to answer.
His backpack had an assortment of cables, his tablet, and a few CD's he might need depending on what sort of issue her computer was having.