The problem with changing schools if that 1. You have to meet new people. 2. There are new surroundings. But there are upsides, like creating a new identity for yourself and people don't expect much from you. But I'm going to collage, where everyone expects everything from you. But another upside for me is I get away from my parents. My mom is a school teacher she teaches kindergarteners so she has a lot of patients, but coming home from a long day of dealing with roust kids, she tends to let out her anger on me. My dad, on the other hand, does not work. He used to, but he quit his job for who knows what reason.
I walked through the screen door, almost done putting my things in my car. I saw my dad sitting on his Lay-Z-Boy chair and watching a hockey game. I sat on the couch extol his chair. Then my mom walks in from the kitchen and yells
"Flynn what are you doing sitting on your ass! You have to move your stuff in the trunk! Never Mind. I'll do it! I have to do everything around here!"
I rolled my eyes and got up to help my mom. As I walked out I heard my dad say
"your moms home"
and I replied
"thanks, dad" and grabbed a box on my way out the screen door.
I live in Pennsylviana, my family's home sits in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by mines of forest. It almost always rains, but when it is reasonably sunny, yet cloudy, it is also humid. You can almost feel the thickness of the atmosphere when you step outside. The forest that surrounds my home has always been good to me. Many forts I've built as a child live under those trees, not perfectly constructed but still standing.
Most of the trails i've made has beed overgrown with thorns (or as I said as a kid "pricker bushes") and other vegitation. I could probably still navigate those woods, I still do sometimes to get away from school and every other pound of stress the world places on my shoulders. The trails are always beutiful, especially in the fall. The leaves changing colors and the sun blinding through the decaying canopy, the spesific smell of the trees in their wet, cold state. And the wounderful sound of the birds singing their never changing song and the leaves shaking in the trees, in fear of falling, even though they will by winter.
I put the last box in my car and ran my fingers though my messed up hair.
"Ok honey" my mom said while closing the trunk "you're all packed and ready to go."
I could hear the sadness in her voice, but most importantly I could hear how strong she was.
"It's ok, mom. I'll still see you on holidays and whenever I can, ok?"
she started to cry i put my hands on her shoulders and gave her a longer than expected hug.
My dad came behind her and put his hand on her back. I let go of my mom and my dad said to her
"He'll be fine, sweetheart. He's all grown up now, plus he has his cell phone and he'll call if he needs anything. Right, Flynn?"
"Right, now I have to get going. I'll call you when I get there and all unpacked."
I gave my mom and dad one more hug and get in my car and started driving down highway 182
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After a hour or so of driving I reached the campus of Long Feild Collage, home of the Falcons. It has a huge campus with a lot of green fields and a river that flows between two castle like buildings. One of those buildings are for dorms. I parked my car in the parking lot of the dorm building and pulled out a price of paper from the pocket in my jeans. I skimmed the page to see what room I would be in and I saw the words bottom floor: room 03.
I reached into the pocket of my hoodie and pulled out a key that read DO NOT COPY. I figured it wouldn't be hard to find room three, but it proved to be challenging. No doubt other freshmen pulling a prank and switching all the door signs. I couldn't find room three but I did find I sign that read ROOM 4. I knocked hoping that my room would be next to this one.
The door opened with a high pitched noise and then reveled a face of a guy around 20 with dark black hair and a pale face. He wore a black shirt with a rabbit scull, I didn't get the reference, and tight grey jeans. In the background I heard music. Nothing I like the only lyrics I made out were 'the first kiss stole the breath off my lips' I clearly didn't know the song. His room smelled like smoke and sweat, but surprisingly, it was clean. No trash in the floor and a made beed sat in the corner by the window. Finally the guy spoke
"Um hey. Looking for something?"
