Sunshine

20- Hedgehog

Devin's POV

I got back home this morning, and despite Marco's words he'll probable be coming tomorrow morning.

I position my arm over the sink and pour peroxide on the wound. The graze foams and begins to sting. It wasn't too much pain nor too little; I liked it.

I sound like a masochist.

I rinse the wound before applying some ointment, and wrap a gauze over it. I really should've done this after I showered, but I'll just work my way around it.

After my shower I decided to go to the pond me and my mom would go to when I was younger.

I grab some bread on my way out and drive to the pond, and when I get there I realize the pond was bigger than I remember.

The dark blue water ripples as the fountain spills of water and splashes back into the pond. I cautiously sit on the green grass with bag of bread in my hand.

I take out a piece of bread and throw it to the ducks. It would be funny if I threw one at their face.

I get closer to the edge of the pond tearing off a piece of bread throwing it into the pond. I watch as the small tadpoles and fishes devour the bread until it's gone.

There's something about watching nature, especially water, that relaxes me. I could sit and watch a water streams flow down a creak, or even into a water drain for hours. It's just something about the way the water moves that's so hypnotizing.

I ran out of bread 10 minutes at the pond, so I sat there thinking. I've might have ate a few slices but that was only because I was hungry.

A month and half before the end of school I did apply to at least six colleges, and since I want to be a therapist all of them has a psychology major.

Except Harvard, I'd only applied for fun to see if I can get it. Even if I do get in, which is a small chance, I wouldn't go anyway the cost is too much and I have no interest in it.

Then there's the psychology major. It will take about 7 to 15 years to become a therapist, and now that I think about 15 kind of a long time.

Regardless I feel that being a therapist is like having a superpower, and it's probably the closest I'm going to get to getting powers. You can read people by subtle movements, the surface information they tell, or even when they don't tell you anything at all.

If being a therapist doesn't work out I'll probably just steal from Marco, and call it a good life.

From the corner of my eye I see a spiked brown potato. Turning my head to get a better look, and the potato is indeed a hedgehog.

When the porcupines third cousin half removed walked onto the grass I had a small inner battle of deciding if I should pick him up or not, but I did and named him Tato.

The hedgehog sits in the palm of my hand I take pictures with Tato, just to brag about it to Marco. When I'm done I gently place the hedgehog under a bush.

The sun's going down blocked by the clouds turning the sky into a light glowing grayish-blue. It's a lovely color.

Dusting off my pants and hands before saying goodbye to the tadpoles, fishes, and Tato then leaving to head back home.

I park my car in front of the house and my heart beats out of my chest when I see a familiar figure standing on the porch. The tip of his cigarette glows orange as he inhales poison.

I pull out my phone turning on the voice recorder put in my pocket, and get out the car.

The sound of the car opening gets his attention "Hey pumpkin." He smiles.