The Creek

Chapter Two

I don't care, I didn't care before, I won't ever care, school just reloads us with random information that is only useful to use on conversation.

Sadly I don't have anyone to make conversation with.

So why stay around here? Precisely why I am leaving, off to my Creek, which I personally named 'The Creek'

Original and unforgettable.

I went there, dragging my feet up to The Creek, ignoring the twigs that got stuck on my hair and the leaves that fell in my shirt.

It made me part of nature, or at least this life's nature.

But, what is nature?

The correct answer, what nature?

Yes, it is made by the earth, but 'nature' is our simple and stupid word for the things that humans are jealous of being unable to make.

Ah, I'm at the Creek.

I love the view, it's peaceful, it has the silence I need for my brain to process all the thoughts before I go crazy.

I sat for a while, thinking not that hard on a few subjects before my bag buzzed. It was my phone.

Please, oh please be not be a part of my family! Please be some long lost family friend!

Sadly it wasn't that

"Hello, granny, how are you?" I asked, before she yapped on about how I was late, it's hard to keep track of time when you are lost in the space of my mind.

So I walked home, which was about five minutes away.

....

"Hello gran" I smiled at my granny Betsy, she smiled back and came over to hug me hello.

"You know what I realized?" She asked, I was almost sure what she realized was something along the lines of 'Wi-Fi is the same as data, isn't it?' Or 'Google knows everything!'

Sadly once again, no.

"You are almost old enough " she smiled, big, her missing tooth creeped me out a little.

"For...?" I was confused, but that smile told me to run or hide or die under my bed.

"Almost ready to be claimed!!" And she started mumbling, "do you go to Sunday school?" She asked, smiling big once again as she stood next to me other gran, Reyna.

"Not yet no, but my best friend" I said meaning 'only friend' by 'best friend' "she asked me to go with her on Fridays."

I smiled and felt proud.

"Is that the same church as Gramma Reyna?" She asked, gesturing to granny Reyna.

"No." I said it simply, as if it didn't matter, but apparently it did.

"No, no, no!" And she mumbled "it must be the same as Gramma Reyna, or else it's bad, no, no, no!" It wasn't unusual, so I simply left.

What is religion? To me?

It's some bunch of writers who ripped off some old guys story about 'Jesus' and they compiled it together, sort of like a fairytale story book, a compilation of stories.

and people call sci-fi freaks out there weird? They believe in a guy that is impossible!

And if he is real? Why, if you aren't forced to, are you his mindless
Follower? Aren't you original?

Why must you thank him for the food you worked to pay for?!

Religions are story books people take too seriously.

That's why it's time to leave this religious dump. Back to The Creek.