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"i'm busy after school, mom wants us to help out at the shelter in mid-town" i had already explained this to luke earlier in the day during one of our many conjoined classes. the tall boy wanted to ride around town with music blasting to his speakers bursted from too much bass. which magically has happened before and luke got in serious trouble with his dad. "it's cool. y'know a lot more people should help the community"

"i agree. maybe i can join you later"

"text me once you're finished with momma joy" and my friend walked away with his rough hands stuffed into his denim jeans. i actually enjoyed visiting the shelter to communicate with the youngest of child there, it always made me sad that everyone in that shelter was homeless, non-financially stable or just lonely, extremely alone. the kids all knew me, some of them i'd see when i walked home from school. they always smiled with their friends, giggling like they had no problems in the world. but, that night i knew they'd grow hungry and cold.

my coat tightly wrapped around my body as i closed my chipped paint locker, the weather outside was almost winter-like and it was only autumn. as i was approaching the double doors of my school, i noticed the same boy i saw everyday, drawing in a small book. a little black book to be exact. i can't explain why this boy always seemed to catch my attention, but he always did.

maybe it was his jet black colored hair, or his deep chocolate shaded skin with a small discoloration under his left eye. he seemed so familiar. and i didn't even know his name and i'm too shy to ask of his name. we didn't have any classes together. nor, have we ever spoken, i just remember his face from a different setting. in the back of my head i unconsciously rehearsed a small conversation between us, how i'd say hello without biting my tongue in the progress, or fall over my words. should i even say anything? i began wishing that he'd happen to look up and our eyes could meet.

sadly, luck wasn't on my side. never is.

exiting the school, everyone was rushing to their vehicles, or holding hands with their significant other. i was alone, snuggling up to my fur filled coat, my nose instantly turning raw from the chilled wind. the autumn atmosphere of falling colorful leaves made my mind wonder, and feel with bliss. during the autumn months, i always seem to feel so full of inspiration or happiness. it's like the colors and weakening of plant life gives me energy, unexplainable energy. it's weird and hard to explain.

my phone began to ring as i approached blossom circle, the most comfiest cabin looking house in all of the north. momma joy always seemed to call at the same time everyday, to check if i had made it home yet or was i with luke. usually i took the extra long way home to admire the park nearby that looked so homey during the colder seasons. seeing the little kids playing with their parents always made me smile. as i passed by, i pushed my earphones deeper into my ears, enjoying the sound of the music. the wind blew the trees, more leaves slowly fluttered to the ground with bliss.

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