At fourteen, Sora feels like he's reached a dead end. Another year of bad grades means the possibility of repeating a hellish year of middle school. Dealing with the fallout from his classmates and cold, strict mother only makes matters worse.
So, w...
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I'm alone again, this time at a park on the other side of town. After Roxas doubled back at the rec center, we had continued on until we both reached this nice, almost wooded area where we'd have a lot of cover from sun or rain. We'd barely even stepped foot onto the grass before he said he'd be right back--again. So in the meantime, Sora had just sat beneath a tree with his head cradled in his arms, dozing. He tries not to think about what he just did to get Roxas to ditch his knife, and focus on everything that's unfolded these past few days. Sora thinks way back to finding those missing children fliers, He relives being caught by the police--twice!--again and again and again. Soon he drifts off and thinks of home and his Dad and that grainy, two-year-old school picture of Roxas.
Roxas Dawn.
Every time Sora remembers that Roxas has a last name, he feels more and more like a real person with a real family.
Roxas Dawn from that small town was abandoned and let down by his family. Sora Sky from the suburbs. Abandoned and let down by family. That's what should be on our fliers. He wonders if he even has one if his face is being seen by total strangers in grocery stores or on milk cartons. Sora tries to think of what it would say. Maybe something like this?
Sora Sky: Runaway. Height: 5''2' (and a half). Hair: Brown. Eyes: Azure Blue. Last seen: with Roxas Dawn (possibly dangerous).
His school picture sitting on top, stiff smile and white dress shirt and blue tie. Sora hasn't had to wear his uniform in two, almost three months. and he can't help but wonder if he'd even recognize himself.
