Walking through my doors, I call, "I'm home!" out of habit. In actuality, there's no one here except me. It hadn't always been this way; I used to live with my parents up until about a week and a half ago. I moved out the before I got my arm casted. Life at home was too much for me and at the time moving out seemed like the best option. So far, I still agree with that.
I knew the day I walked out of my old house for the last time, my new life wouldn't be facile and it isn't. Making ends meet is not so easily accomplished when you have to balance education and a job. Instead of saving up for the next video game, I'm saving up for my groceries. For now, to my relief, my parents haven't found me and they haven't tried to. They think it's all a hoax- it isn't. I had been planning this for awhile.
I scan my living quarters. Living in a shed is probably not optimal for many people, but it's a heck of a lot better than living with my parents. I may not have electricity or a flushing toilet, but I have peace and time to collect my thoughts. A place where no one can judge me except for myself. I do enjoy living alone; flying solo is something that comes natural to me. However, just like to every Batman, there's a Robin. And like to every Hulk, there's a common man. I wish to have a partner sometimes. You can imagine how lonely it can get. The most plausible for my scenario would be a dog, but I can't afford one. Plus, I think occasionally I'd like for that partner to be able to respond in a language I could understand, but none of my old friends have spoken to me since I moved. The only person who has made any contact with me at all was the stranger from detention and he was high.
Speaking of the sorts, he hasn't made an appearance all week. I'm trying not to put too much thought into it, but I can't help but wonder. I don't really have a reason to. I mean, he probably served all the detentions he needed...either that or he's off doing strange things. I'm not certain which. One most likely can't be certain about much with this guy.
I didn't really want to associate with him at first because I didn't want to be dragged into anything, but now I do admit detention is a lot more tolerable when he is around. I just don't understand. I don't even know his name, let alone anything about him, yet he's been on my mind more often than I'd like to say. I have so many questions. Like how come his name was never on any of the detention lists on the front desk? There's a list every day that the teacher uses for attendance purposes and his name has never been on any of them. I may not know his name, but I recognize the names of all the other kids and there's never been an unfamiliar one. All the kids are accounted for except him.
I cover myself with a blanket and flop onto my makeshift bed. I stare at the ceiling I've covered in glow and the dark stars. Why him? I strongly believe things happen for a reason, but what reason is behind meeting this boy? My thoughts slow and I roll over. Maybe I'm just over thinking things. Maybe there's no reason at all.
