Originality

Were Going Home

The Brunette haired boy rested his curl-covered head on his pillow. His eyes were green. The kind of green that pushed its way through the piles of gritty snow to remind you that spring was coming. The kind of green that budded on the prisoners of winter, bringing life back to their branches. That churning, passionate green that the ocean turns during a storm. That color of the forest after it rains. his sickly, snow white pale skin made them glint out. The boy was also a bit Undersized for his lifetime but made up for it with his splendid posture and dazzling smile.

Tyler lay on his bed, with his phone placed on his ear. He was talking to his friend Spencer, as the two were making plans to visit eachother. Tyler had a shaky voice that he tried to conceal from Spencer, but his cloudy mind made it hard to focus. Every cloud different from the other. He looked at each and watched the film play inside them. It often made it hard to concentrate, as his sky was so much more interesting than the space bellow it. Sure some humans would intrigue and entertain him with their speech, but the clouds were where he belonged. He would take his palm and run through the fluffy nebula of his sky, and watch the fog begin to fade at the end of the day. His slits would shut, and his sky would flourish with pictures, words, movies and colors. When his slits opened, the sun in his sky would rise along with his vessel. The clouds would rain, recycling all the films inside of each one, only to form new ones. The bright sun would appear right after the rain left.

"So, Tuesday?" Spencer asked, double checking. They had scheduled to visit each other with some other humans on that day.

"Yep," Tyler said still Shakily. His sky was turning black, which it did every now and then. Tyler disliked it, and was fearful of it, as the clouds he called home would turn against him and hurt the boy with their angry bolts.

"I've got to leave," Tyler said, realizing he needed to aid his sky.

"Alright, see you then!" Spencer said, sounding a bit concerned, but still cheerful.

"Bye," Tyler said, and he hung up the phone. Tyler had to fight off the storm before it turned into a tornado. He focused on his oxygen supply, which the black clouds had spread a thick fog over. Tyler attempted to grasp the sun, forcing it back into his sky. The black was afraid of the sun, and would leave when it was up. Droplets of Fear sprinkled on him as the black clouds emptied their contents, using their last attack

Tyler's oxygen supply began to stabilize, and the sun was rising again. Tyler let out a breath of relief and popped his earbuds in. He turned on some melodies and went back into his now more calm sky.