Luke quietly breathed in the thick, autumn wind that heavily brushed through the trees around him. He outstretched his right leg, examining the rips in his jeans. He'd ripped them himself, leaving the hole on his knee larger than intended. He sighed, standing up and placing his hand on the brown mossy bark of the tree he'd previously been propped up against. He stared at the uneven crevices running jaggedly up its side, beginning to slowly run his fingers along the cracks. He dropped his hands to his side, walking to the tree beside it and doing the same. He wondered why each tree was so different up close, yet identical from afar. Walking back to his spot, he picked up his bag and began walking. He enjoyed the noisy silence the trees brought throughout the day, faint rustling crowding the background of his thoughts. He began to daydream of his family. He dreaded the day they realize he had left and come looking for him. Luke wanted nothing more than to be away from them, to make his own, even if it meant being in the depths of so much normality he was the only odd one out. He needed to be himself, and make a name for who he really was, not for who his father wanted him to be.
A quick snap knocked him out of his trance, his foot getting caught on a rock, sending him tumbling down a hill. With many shouts and groans, Luke fell, landing in a large heap of leaves on the side of a road that appeared to lead to nowhere. He attempted to lift himself from from the ground, earning a sharp pain in his ankle. To his dismay, he'd been injured, hindering his ability to walk quickly. He sighed, however, and stepped over the metal railing leading to the road. He quickly surveyed the area, not a soul in sight, and began to follow the two choppy yellow lines in the middle of the road, finding his way to nowhere.
