The New Kid

Me.

River

Happiness. What even is happiness. It's just a word, but it has so much meaning.

Is happiness satisfaction?

Is it excitement?

Is it comfort?

If it's any of these things, or all of them at the same time, then I don't think I've ever truly been happy.

I've always been a sad kid. I never had many friends and I always stayed home. 

My dad left as soon as my mother announced her pregnancy, and my mother is a recovering drug addict. She's usually in rehab, so most of the time I'm home alone.

When I was 5, my mother and I moved from New York City to the suburbs, since one of her distant relatives had died and had left their house to us. 

It's a decently sized home in a relatively nice neighborhood. 

We have a nice garden with a shed in a corner.

Sometimes, I go there to relax and get away from the world for a while. I have a mattress and some fairylights inside, so sometimes I fall asleep in there.

Usually tho, I go to my favorite place.

The park.

It's an abandoned park that you can only access through a broken fence. At the center, it has a gorgeous tree. It glows under the moonlight and has extraordinarily beautiful flowers.

When I feel particularly sad, I sit under it and look at the moon.

Unlike most people my age, the educational aspect of school has never bothered me. What does bother me tho, is how lonely I feel there. 

No one even notices me. You could quite literally ask anyone if they know a certain "River Green", and they'll ask you who that is.

Everything changed, that fateful day. 

The day I met Him.