Blank canvas Brick wall

Strolls through the park aren't always relaxing

Pov: Walker

 I think I might be really weird.

I'm not like a lot of people at my age. My age, teenager. I don't care about a lot of things those around me care about. That's why I'm weird. I go to school, after that I go to the library, do my homework, then go home. Everyday.

Sure I have friends. Quite a few of them, bunch of smartasses. They don't know much about me, they say I don't talk enough, in response I shrug. Just to piss them off, it works.

I know how to make people feel certain ways, or stop or start doing something. I know how people think. Because I watch them. Wait... that sounded creepy. But in essence it is true. I watch and observe people.

If you're in a crowded room surrounded by people, and you just stay quiet, they forget you exist. It's kinda sad, but fascinating. You just watch them, as they talk and laugh and act like idiots. As they live. It's like watching a movie that doesn't need a plot or even names to the characters.

My dad told me I should go into psychology, because of my people observing. I guess that's what I'll do, I don't really care.

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  People tell me I'm good at everything. That's not true. I suck at art. But that's okay, because I won't fail the class because of it and I like art. At least looking at it. When you look at art you can tell how a person feels. It's like mind reading.

A lot of the people in  my art class are passionate. They want it to be their career.

At least they know what they want to do.

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  When I got to the table at lunch the guys were rating girls asses.

Yes, they were. I'm sorry.

I didn't join them, just watched. When they thought they found a well-rounded specimen for their rating they would shout, high five and generally make more noise. It was almost primitive.

I wasn't the only person silent at the table however, we have two girls in our group. I frankly don't understand why they choose to sit with us. Jes is dating Dylan and we still don't understand how he pulled that off. She's pretty, but it's not just because of makeup, and she doesn't even seem to know. Cat is more petite with a cute round face. She looks nothing like her brother Chase. So, yeah, these girls are connected to us. But believe it or not, it's by choice.

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  When I got out of the library it was already dark. That's because I go to this little book store that is joined to a library. Not many customers come in, so it's a ‘24-hour book store and library'. Anyway i got out and it was 9 and because it was fall it was already dark. I had walked the same route to my house from the library so many times it was like my feet were on autopilot. I'm walking in a semi-quick pace, exploring my surroundings with my eyes. The leaves were scattered everywhere; the ground, rooftops, sidewalks, lawns, windshields, in the little park with a dozen maple trees. A spectrum of yellow and gold and brown and auburn; my favorite were the red leaves that remained cllinging to the trees. Before they fell they would brown and die, but for now they remain a defiant and vibrant, rich red. Beautiful. I smile, a small smile that slightly curves the corners of my lips.

Then I turn my head and I become a witness to a crime.