What Is This Place. (W.I.P.)

1: Piedmont, Missouri

Jess stared out the car window. Mesmerized by the trees swaying in the wind. The new sunset peaking through the branches calling him.
     The car swayed along the curvy highway. The swaying, combined with the A.C. and sound of the tires on the pavement would have lulled him to sleep. However.
     His pocket vibrated, slightly scaring him, as he shifted his body to the other side of the back seat to check it. It was Izza. Again.
     Izza was Jess's old friend from Saint Louis.  He and his parents were moving from there, all the fucking way to the bottom of the state, the yee haw territories at the bootheel.
     He was sure he'd fit in. Most likely being the only queer kid in tenth grade, the only black kid, and the only kid who didn't wear boots.
     Reluctantly he pulled his phone out of his pocket, which laying down in the backseat of a car, was more hassle than it was worth.
     'Come baaaaack!' she whined. It was only a text but with how close we were he could easily read her mood.
     'Sorry, wish I could.' he replied, he wasnt being sarcastic either. Jess often shutdown his emotions for fear of them getting to him. He didn't want another issue like he had last year. 
     Izza didn't reply, probably sulking. He didn't really care he - to say in the friendliest way possible - was too tired to worry about her... At the moment.
     He mustve somehow actually got comfortable in that ragdoll position, because when he woke up again it wad around three in the morning, compared to the nine in the afternoon
(hahaha not sorry) it was when Izza texted.
     They had made it to the hell hole called Piedmont. He knew his great great grandma used to live here,he never imagined it would be such a small, and surprisingly quiet, village. Well, village with a McDonald's , Subway,  Sonic, and a few gastations with pizzerias.
Finally, at the opposite end of town was the highschool, connected to the middle school.
     The entire building wasnt 20 school buses long, or three buses wide, excusing the gymnasium that is.
     School didn't start for another month, so he had some time to escape, he just had to figure out how to do it.

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"Jesey Mikael! Get down here and unpack your boxes," his mother bellowed from downstairs "We ain't got the time to wait around."
     "Im Coming! Give me a second!" he roared back. "Dammit mom!" he swore under his breath. His mother was always 'do-this-do-that' 24/7, she'd tell him to unload the dryer and seconds later whine why he wasnt doing the dishes. After 16 years it was to be expected.
     He rushed downstairs and grabbed his heavy ass boxes. One by one, hauling them to his room he had JUST picked out. Moving was hell, it didn't help having a four year old and an eight year old running around and bickering.
    After unloadingthe boxes from the U-Haul and dropping them off just beyond the foyer twenty-fold, he positioned his mattress into he corner of his room and dozed of to sleep.