The bell finally rings. I step outside with my backpack hanging over my shoulder. I'm met with a wave of cold air, pressing against my skin and making me shiver. Just another December day. I pull my hood on, and continue to the bus.
"Afternoon, Zachary," the bus driver says as I walk up the steps.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Joe," I reply, making my way to the back of the bus. I sit down in the very back and look outside the window. The sky is gray. I see students scurrying to their buses. I wonder what's going on inside their heads. Are they thinking about the future? The past? The present? Maybe they might not be thinking at all. I turn my attention to what's going on inside my own head. Kylie wasn't at school today. I sit quietly, pondering where she might be. School is extra boring when she isn't there.
Walking up the stairs to my house, each step feels heavy. Almost like I have 50-pound weights on my feet. As I open the door, I feel the cold, brass, doorknob against the skin of my palm.
"I'm home!" I shout, taking off my shoes and my backpack.
"Hey honey! I made you a ham sandwich. It's in the fridge. Try not to eat too late. I'm running late already. I'll see you later tonight!" She runs past me carrying her bags and car keys. And just like that, she's off to work.
I let out a big yawn. I'm already exhausted and I've barely done anything today. I hop on the couch, and close my eyes. I visualize the moon. It's pitch black outside. It's glowing with a dreamy white aura. I imagine myself laying in an open field, staring at the moon, being engulfed in it's light. I can see the countless craters on it's surface. I feel myself sink into the grass. Finally, I pass out on the couch.
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General FictionZachary Sawyer describes his life as "a void of complete nothingness." He believes it to be true until a certain event took place one night that had changed his life. Is it for the better? For the worse? He's uncertain himself. Whichever one it...
