Catching Happiness

Introduction

Running.... It's what we all do. But the things I do... They are different. Unordinary. Extrodinary. 

I walk downstairs, greeted by my mom and the aroma of food. I take my share, and sit down at the table. I ignore Mother's attemp at conversation. I ate, and when I finished I go upstairs to my room. Sitting on my bed, I observe the pictures from elementry school, middle school, and the ones leading up to now. I'm a junior at Mandrid High School. It sounds like it was named after the cross of a fish and an orange. I sigh, and lay down. I think of what happened over the summer. My family moving, saying goodbye to the only place I knew.