Originality

Driving Once Again

Tyler's sun rises late this morning. His slits flutter open as the dawn star slowly reaches its daily position. Tyler sits up and looks around his sleeping room. He stands up and walks over to his closet. He throws on a red tank top and pulls on some black shorts. He grabs his cell phone and scrolls through what had happened while his slits were closed and his nebula flourished. The boy looks at the date. Monday already? The seconds flew past him like the cars on the street. Tyler tunes into a movie in one of his clouds. he's sitting at a bus stop, waiting for transportation to his family's house, watching the cars swish past, like a falcon swooping down at its prey. They're quite interesting to look at.

Tyler finds himself at that same scene, waiting for transportation, only this time to the place of education. The large yellow vehicle pulls up, and he walks aboard, along with the 5 other students awaiting that same transportation. The bus ride was the same as every time. Tyler ventured off into his sky and was greeted with new videos. This morning's color was a magnificent blue. The color you see when you're on a plane, and you have reached full height. Wishing you could stream your fingers through the rich and invasive color. Words flashed within his clouds as well. The transportation soon pulled up to the place of education. He gets off the vehicle with everyone else, waving a simple "thank you" at the driver of the vehicle. He walks towards the school and heads inside to the cafeteria. Tyler's school had a breakfast program, and today there was toast awaiting him. Tyler picks a piece up and finds himself a table. He takes a bite of the toast. Warm, starting to cool down, and crispy. The sweet, magenta berry spread had begun to seep into the bread. Seeds from the berrys used to create the spread could be seen. Tyler sees his friend Spencer and quickly waves him over. His hair, dark and mysterious, had a sheen like fine hardwood. But that comparison isn't entirely fair, He ponders. Hardwood doesn't swish gently like his hair does, swaying with the words he speaks. A shiny varnish catches all light around it, but the depths of that deep chestnut brown reflected all the radiance of his smile

"Hey, Ty." Spencer greets him, sitting down at the at the opposite end Tyler was seated.

"Good morning Spencer." Tyler greeted, before taking another bite of his toast. Spencer and Tyler had been inseparable friends since their 7th year in education. The boy understood how Tyler felt when a storm of black invaded his sky. Spencer knew how to comfort him. He also has experience with the black storms, which had mended the two adolescents together. Sure the shared different tastes in common interested, but they learned from each other, and purely just enjoyed each others company.

"how do you find enjoyment coming to school every morning? Your up at 6:30am sharp every morning, shower, and walk off the bus with a smile on your face. How?" Spencer questioned.

"first, not every morning. five days a week. Second, I'm not sure. I do not enjoy waking up, but I guess it's nice to know your being prepared for your future." Tyler replied. The two engaged in some more chit chat until the bell rang, signaling it was time for the first period. Tyler made his way to class, passing by a few more of his friends. He met up with Morgan. Hair so black against skin so white isn't expected in these pairs. The shock and the contrast only serve to make her all the more ghostly, all the more haunting. When she turns to look her eyes are pale like the lightest of blue petals in the strongest of sunlight. And so she is prized and reviled in equal portion, sought and rejected, admired and distrusted. They walk down the hallway, getting closer to towards room 108. The pair reaches it, and sit down at 2 desks, across from each other. the teacher asks that they read pages in their large textbooks, and complete a worksheet. Tyler finishes early, like always, and offers assistance to Morgan. The boy helps her complete her work, and they realize they have some time left over. Tyler visits his sky, only to discover a new color. a soft and cozy peony pink, the color of a tablecloth a blooming girl would use to set her table for a tea party. the color of a powder a woman would use to dust her cheeks with. the snug color you see as the sun sets, bordering the royal indigo of the night sky. Tyler reached out to touch it. a fuzzy and cozy feeling inside his chest. The boy felt an unlimited peace that spread its way through his nerves. he was snapped back into his vessels reality as the bell rang, signaling the next period. he stood up and placed his textbook into his piano-key white knapsack, and slung it over his shoulder. he dropped his work into the bin for completed work and walked out of the classroom, waiting for Morgan outside. They had one more period together.  Morgan walked out of the room and the two friends had started marching towards the room assigned for the class called english.