Skating through the park, the boy smiled at a few ladies, despite having no interest in them whatsoever. He looked away alas and his sight focused on someone who was tall and wearing clothes similar to him. They were staring at him, despite the cold look in their eye, he didn't feel uncomfortable or threatened by the behavior.
Credibly, he felt attracted to it. He always knew his interest in people was odd, but this way beyond that. He shrugged, finishing up the last thirty-one minutes of skating before picking up his board and carrying it by its trucks. He sighed and pushed his hair back, revealing his generally attractive face.
Before he left the skate park, he looked around to see if his eyes would settle on that person once again. The person was leaving through the other exit of the skate park, which caused some distrust to burrow beneath his skin. Then his phone rung.
"Oak! Where are you? Do you know what time it is?"
His mothers voice hollered through his phone, causing a ringing sensation in his ear. "Mom, chill out. I'm on my way home, 'kay?"
"You better be. I swear to god Oakley if you get-"
Beep.
The phone hung itself up, causing Oakley to look at it with an extraordinary look of surprise and shock. His phone had never done that, let alone glitch in the two and a half years he's had it.
He shrugged, already realizing his mom would accuse him of hanging up. A sigh left Oak's slightly parted lips. He looked around before shoving his phone into his pocket and walking home, which was about half a mile away. The whole time, he couldn't shake the feeling of being followed.
Oak got home, opening the door to his house to see his mother staring at him with a lethal look in her eye. He couldn't speak although the words were in his mouth. She started to yell at him, however he ignored the loud and furious tone of her voice. He simply walked upstairs and propped his skateboard up on the wall of his closet, hidden behind his clothes. His mother always hated the fact he skated.
Oakley pulled his pants off and replaced them with sweatpants and took his shirt off, tossing the dirty clothes into the laundry basket in the corner of his room. He plopped into the bed, and immediately falling into a heavy, deep sleep,
but then, it happened.
He was woken up to blaring sirens and an uncomfortable noise outside his window. He sat up too quickly, his vision blurring away but returning after a moment of frantic looking around. Oakley looked out of his window to see multiple houses on fire and people limping down the road and piling onto each other.
He squinted in confusion. But now he knew.
Oakley will have to survive, he'll have to learn to.
