As fall as in spring

Chapter 1

My story begins with me sitting the the backseat of my dads car huddled up with a blanket while reading a book with a flashlight occasionally looking out of the window to look at the night sky.

My parents make small conversation with each other about things like the new house, the people, the food all sorts of things. But my only worry is about the people. I have heard so many stories about the cruel treatment towards people who are like me. The thought of being bullied is enough to make me want to go into witness protection.

My mother tells me that as long as I don't say anything no one will find out but I still have my worries. Part of me thinks she is right as always, however people are persistent and I know they will find out extremely easily. I can already picture the crude nicknames already.

My father turns to me while driving and looks back at the road "You've been real quiet back there. Your vocal chords stop working?". I roll my eyes at his comment and say nothing and he says nothing more.

The worst part of the whole move though is that I never wanted to leave Colorado. The reason we are moving is because my dad was offered a new job and he took it without second thought, he says he was forced to take the job but I believe I know he just took it willingly for the higher pay check.

The whole time I have been in the car I have been trying to fall asleep but something in the back of my mind just won't let me accomplish that goal. It's like some dark voice is yelling in the back of my mind to not fall asleep and to keep worrying.

Instead of sleeping I just continue to read and snack on some cookies that i had saved for a situation of being stuck some where for a long period of time. However I guess at some point I finally figure out some way to get sleepy enough to where I'm able to get some sleep because I put my book mark into my page and close up my cookies so I can use my tail as a pillow and fall asleep and of coarse as always the last thing I think of when I go to bed is what my mom always told me growing up, "Listen Francis, as in fall as in spring, today is a new day" I think to myself. I never knew what she meant by it and I still don't but all of my old friends said it was just a weird saying that means nothing. Of coarse I don't believe that. If my mother says something, there is a deep meaning to it. But what is that meaning...