Different

Part 1

Shadows ghost... things people are afraid of. I can see them all. Why? I don't know why. It's hard for me to live a normal life, when you have these type of things going on. The pain of losing the ones you live and never see them again, but you still do when they're in ghostly forms. Here is my life that I'm going to tell.

It was a cooling warm spring. School is about to end. The bell rang it was the end of the day, so that leaves 15 more days of school left. I really wanted school to end so I could just sit back and not worry about homework all the time.

I walked away from the place that felt like prison to me. I walked to the buses where they are like escape vehicles to me, saving me from having to do any more prison type work but, I do like to read the books.

I sat in the back of the bus putting my headphones in my ears, staring out the window. I wanted to block the world around me out of my head. I looked out the window to watch the passing fields. It was sometimes hypnotizing making me want to fall asleep.

I know I live around a lot of farms with lots of fields but, I never liked it when people cut down the forest to make buildings and farms. Its destroying something calm, beautiful, and precious to other people, and I'm one of those people. The forest calms me, I draw the forest in my free time.

We got to the elementary where I left the bus I was on. I went to my bus where I can get home and will be sure to leave the prison type school till the next day but, I knew it would be loud when I got home. Full of screaming, yelling, and glass shattering.

I got to my bus and sat in my assigned seat. I usually get the inside. I don't mind. My friend didn't get on the bus, I guess she had practice. I looked out the window watching people go by.

A boy highschooler sat in the seat next to me. It was my friend's crush. She wanted me and him to become friends. I didn't like that idea but, we did as she wanted and now she has her eyes on us, we have gotten into fights about how me and him talks to each other. I wish she would just understand that we're only friends.

"Hey."

"Hi." I said back just to be polite.

I know he has a heart condition. He talked about it before. He has a scar on his chest because he had to go to the hospital for something, I can't remember because I wasn't listening close.

His stop was close to the school but he still rode the bus. I didn't know why his parents doesn't come to pick him up. I guess so they don't have to waste gas.

"How far are you with the book I let you barrow?" He asked.

I was borrowing a book from him because he suggested the book series to me. "Half way through." I was on the second book.

"Well let me know when you need the third book."His stop was up next."Bye," He said as he walked away.

I waved bye to him. He's nice to me but my friend doesn't really like me and him talking. She needs to get over him. She has broken up with him like about two times. She's not dating him right now. Why is she still this way?

I fell asleep listening to my music. I woke up in time to get off the bus. I got the mail and headed home. I knew if I went into the house there would be screaming and yelling. So I headed into the woods like I usually do to get away from the real world.

I kept walking and then went into the spot I like to sit. I looked up to the trees. I sat my stuff next to me. I heard birds tweet. Squirrels jumping to their trees. Deer ran by in a beautiful grace.

"My dear friend, aren't you supposed to be at home?" Asked a voice from far away.

"Yes but I don't really want to." I said hoping not to be sent home.

"Your parents still fighting?" A person walked from the shadows.

"Yes." I put my head down.

They've been fighting for a long time. I feel embarrassed having my parents fight. Will I ever get a break? Why haven't they get a divorce yet? Aren't they supposed to love each other?

"Sorry." The voice belonged to a boy the same age as me. His hair was dirty blonde hair with brownish blue eye's.

"It's OK, Max." I said. I looked around some more. "Why are you out here?" He just stood there.

"I wanted to see you again." He said quietly.

"Why haven't you left yet like left this place? Don't you ever think your parents miss you?" I asked not trying to be mean in any way.

"I have thought that but they're dead. I ran away so I didn't want to live with my aunt." I was stunned. He never talked about his parents before. When I try bringing the subject up he finds a way out. Now I know why he didn't want to talk about it.

"How did they die?"

"They were in an accident a car accident. I was home waiting for them to come back home. It was around eight o'clock when the phone rang. I knew what had happened because they didn't come home at the same time as usual." He put his head down. "My aunt picked me up took me to the hospital where they were at. I waited in the waiting room, waiting for the results. When they said they were dead I almost broke down into tears."

I stood there shocked by what I heard. I bet we stood there for a good five minutes. I spoke up. "I should get home."

"You know you can live here, with me. You don't have to go back." He said taking a step forward.

"I have to go back home. My parents already has some problems right now."

"OK but if you change your mind let me know."

I waved goodbye and left. I went home. Like usual glass shattering against the wall. Its a wonder they haven't killed each other yet. I just went into my room. I came out at least once to eat dinner. Then I headed to bed.