The art of being alone

Chapter 1 part 2

I walk home that day. Its raining. Typical weather for Oregon. I pass by evergreens and listen to the soft wispy voice of the wind as more storm clouds blow in. The grass ripples in wave like formations, moving as one.I take in a deep breath filled with the wet coolness of the air, I'm so ready for spring but for now i have to get through the month long rainy season. The dirt road that I walk has turned to mud and mush under me red converse, mom is gonna freak if I ruin another pair of shoes so I take a shortcut through the forest. Its quiet and I appreciate the trees for taking most of the downpour, only a few little droplets land on my head. I'm picking my way through the forest when a big drop lands on my back and soaks me completely. Wait, that wasn't a droplet of rain...It was a water balloon. I turn and look for who ever could have been the reason for this mess and find a boy about my age maybe a little older leaning against a tree. " What the heck did you do that for?!" I growl prepared for anything else this jerk wad might throw at me." I wasn't aiming for you but this is certainly better " He chokes out between laughs. I quickly scan the forest," What do you mean you weren't aiming for me? I'm the only one around doofus!" he is still laughing but manages to point behind me. I spin around on my heels and find another kid about the same age holding a second water balloon. He must have been hiding because he wasn't there before. I turn back around to the first kid and look at him more closely, I don't know him but he has dark brown hair and very green eyes with small freckles and a light tan. No doubt hes cute but I'm to angry to care right now. I glare at him and stomp off pushing the other kid out of the way as i pass. He curses me and I smile and step on his foot witch makes him curse louder, " Hey!" shouts the dark haired boy " chill out your just wet you'll dry in a little " I want to scream at him , " Get lost! " Is all I manage to yell back before taking off into the woods. Probably not the best move because in a matter of seconds I hear another pair of footsteps and know he is following me. I take a sharp turn and expect to lose him but hes still right behind me. I run faster and jump of the trail. Finally I don't hear footsteps anymore except for my own. I stop and whirl around, he isn't there. I let out a sigh and walk the next half mile to my house.

When I get home my mom is waiting for me, the rain little more than a faint drizzle when I walk in the door, " Hey mom sorry I'm late I had to take a detour because of the rain" I don't tell her the whole story cause I don't want her to know. " Its fine sweety. Just take off your shoes before you come in." I do as I'm told and leave my shoes outside. The smell of fresh baked bread and cheese covered pasta draws me to the kitchen. " I made fresh garlic bread and lasagna, sweety its in the microwave" I practically float to the microwave and press reheat, my stomach growling with every pop of the melting cheese and crunch of the crispy garlic bread. Once its done I sit at the dinner table and eat it within five minutes. " Thanks mom" I say as I'm putting my dishes in the sink " Your welcome Janice" she replies. I walk up the stairs to my room leaving the small odd shaped first floor for the more elegant top floor with a fireplace in the corner and two windows on either side. My sister s sitting in the rocking chair reading To Kill a Mockingbird. I walk past her and enter my dark blue room complete with small vanity and starry night bed spread, not to mention the rows and rows of books lying around.I grab my guitar in the corner of my room and climb outside my window. The rain has stopped and its night fall; my favorite time to write songs. I start off on a D minor and pick up where I last was. The lyrics, I'm still working on but go something a little like this;

                    " Take me or leave me I'm all yours.The world is a journey that I don't want to travel alone. Ohhhhhh woahhhhh. Please oh please understand that further you get from me , the harder this will be. Don't make a permanent solution to a temporary problem when the antidote is in my arms all you have to do is ask and it will all be yours..."

That's as far as I got but I repeat the same words in my head over and over, tasting them to make sure that they are sweet like honey but straight from the soul. I enjoy nights like this because its just me, my guitar, and the moon.