Chapter 3- Elijah

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God, I feel like a dick. He's new and my friends were already picking on him. Such bullshit. I feel horrible. I don't even know why I'm friends with them sometimes. Maybe I care about my reputation more than I thought. Because I laughed. I didn't even realize I was laughing. Those idiots rubbed off on me and now I need to get away. I step back from the group and start walking away, back home, rather than going to eat with them like usual.

"Hey EJ, where ya goin' man?" I hear one of my mates yell behind me. I just ignore him and continue walking home. No wonder he didn't seem to like me. I got along with those dumbasses. But, to be fair, I get along with everyone. I just don't want the guys to make new kid their target.

As expected, I get home and there's no one there besides my dog. Fuck my life. I was exhausted from the day so I figured I would head to bed early. By early I mean EARLY. It was like 2 PM.

It was now 4 AM. I slept for 14 hours. I decided that since I had to go to school at 7, that I would get ready early and go skate around town before the sun rose. That's exactly what I did. Today I threw on some gray sweats and a sublime tee. I also put on a dark gray beanie and my airpods.
I always left my back pack in my locker at school, so that was pretty much all I needed. I dropped my skateboard and began down the hill, out of my rich neighborhood.

As soon as I get downtown, it's around 5:00. It's late September, so the sun still hasn't quite risen and there's a slight chill in the air. It looked as if it were a goddamn ghost town. There were only 2 or 3 cars that had passed in like 10 minutes. I went behind the shops, onto a trail that leads into a valley nearby.

It was my favorite place to just get away. There was so much nature and reality, for example, the trees gently rustling in the wind and the faint movement of the plants that hang nearby.


The trail leads on for about 10 minutes before you reach a flower field with a big oak tree that's perfect for sitting up against and just tuning out. On this specific occasion, I made sure to make a playlist for calming settings like this. It has slower songs that I really feel. Call it corny all you want, I don't give a shit.


After previously said minutes, I arrive at the field, taking a sharp right to the oak tree, fully expecting to just be able to sit down after that long ass walk and prepare to slip away. Except this time, someone was in my place... face stuffed into a book.

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't expect anyone else to be here." I said, which startled the boy into realizing I was standing there. Then I realized it was him.

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