In a small town in northern Canada, there was a normal teenage boy. Ross was no one special. Pale skin, and black hair. His side swept bangs almost hid his green eyes. He was 5.6, with a small slim body that enabled him to hide in small places when his parents were arguing. He slowly walked from his school now, holding his favorite book in his hands. Twilight. He'd gone through the four books of the series around five times but still didn't desire to move on to different books. He loved this series in particular. Sadly only young girls in their pre-teens understood him. He was made the laughing stock of his high school constantly. Ross didn't notice a group of male teens he'd just walked by.
"There's word going around that 'Twilight boys' parents are getting divorced." One of them pointed out. Ross didn't look up from his book. If I listen to their cruel jokes, I am done for. He thought to himself. The guys laughed and didn't stop staring in Ross' direction. "Well, is it true dork?" The same guy asked, followed by the snickers of his friends. Ross picked up his walking pace, muttering under his breath. After a few minutes he found the short cut through the small woods on the outskirts of town. If he walked there to get to his parents house, he'd be there quicker. He still kept his eyes on his book, only looking up every few seconds. Ross enjoyed reading the first few chapters of the first book. Every time it felt like reading for the first time over again. Suddenly his IPhone interrupted him. He stuffed his book in his school bag quickly, and grabbed his phone out of his pocket. It was his uncle Joe.
"Joe?" Ross answered. His uncle almost never called, unless it was something important.
"Hi there kiddo." His uncle tried to sound positive. Ross could still sense something was wrong. He worried about how bad it just might be. Another fight.
"What's wrong?" He asked getting straight to the point. He waited for the answer, hearing his uncle let out a big sigh. He frowned. This was bad.
"Your parents had another fight..." Joe trailed off. Ross was correct. He shook his head, and tried to find his words.
"Someone got hurt...." It wasn't a question. His uncle answered this remark right away.
"No. No one got hurt." Joe assured him. "They did yell loud enough for the neighbours to hear though. They hate seeing you get caught in the middle buddy." Joe spoke with empathy. Ross took a deep breath. If they really didn't want me caught in the middle they would stop fighting altogether.
"So why did you call then? To tell me how sorry they are, because I get pretty damn tired of hearing that." Ross said bitterly. Joe sighed once again.
"They want you to stay at my place tonight, so they can try to work things out a bit." Ross nodded his head, although his uncle couldn't see it. They'll never work it out. Joe waited for him to say something, Awkwardly.
"You remember how to get to my place?" Joe asked. Ross took a breath.
"Yes. I remember. Just another neighbourhood past my parents place and I'm there at the house with the red door." He recited. I might as well just move there.
"Good. I'll see you in just a bit." Joe said. Ross didn't bother to say goodbye. He just hung up, and then stared into the distance. He looked at his surroundings now. He had reached an opening in the woods, where a pair of guys he knew from school were hanging out. He approached them slowly. Ross recognized the two boys. Wylie, and Stanly. The only two people who didn't think he was a dork. Only because of course, they had been labeled as dorks too by their classmates.
"What are you guys doing out here?" Ross joined them. Wylie looked at his buddy with a smirk on his face. He focused his eyes on the opening on the other side of the woods, where Ross was now facing. Stanly smiled too, taking a sip of his cola.
