The brisk morning air filled the morning with the scent of a new beginning. A new start.
The sun reaches the room of a sleeping young boy. He jumps out of bed and looks around as if startled by the reality of the late morning. He dresses up and sees the suitcases piled along his room. Ah, it's moving day for him. The boy is finally going off. To go to college. To see the world. He's lived in his little town all his life and now he's leaving it behind. It's a rough sort of spot for him, to leave everything he ever knew. To leave the town that had housed him through all the good times and bad times. Every since he was a child he knew of no other place to live other than where he is now. The house is empty. His parents have already gone to the college to get some of his stuff in his dorm. He is to start leaving at noon. The clock strikes 10:00 A.M.
The boy jumps out of bed and gurgles some mouthwash and hastily splashes his face with water. He then goes back into his room and sloppily puts on his clothes and gathers his suitcases into his car. It isn't time to leave yet but the boy decides to leave the house for good now anyway. He has to around town and say goodbye the places of his childhood. He quickly scribbles a note of thanks to the house for sheltering him for eighteen years and places it neatly in the tree-house out back. The rest of the boy's family knows how sentimental he can be. He turns his back to the house for the last time and does hand wave without turning behind. He has one more day left in this town and he has to go around to say good-bye to other places, too.
After locking the house, he drives to the neighborhood playground and rolls around in the dirt one more time. He walks around the place one more time and smiles to himself. He remembers the fond childhood times he had with his friends at this place. However, his friends have already all left and he's the only one left in town. He lies and stares at the clouds for a few minutes. He checks the watch. It is 11:00 A.M. Not much time left.
The boy drives to school. The school is actually thirty minutes away, an unusually long drive. As he drives he adjusts the mirror and looks at the suitcases in his trunk. They contain the material things he has packed up but not the spiritual. Along with everything in the trunk, he has to pack up his memories to and leave this place without any regrets. There are familiar sites along the roads when he drives. The shops. The restaurants. The parks. Everything. It's nice to see it for one more time. For one more chance to take it all in again.
The time is 11:37 A.M. The boy has finally arrived at his high school. It represents the last stage of his progression from a toddler to a boy to a young man. And, now the time comes to finally take that last step and become a man and leave the place once and for all.
He walks the halls of the school and sits in his seats one more time. It's a nice sort of thing to do. The window that showed him the freedom that he could not have during the school day used to spite him. The halls represent the temporary liberation from the incessant droning on from the teacher in the classrooms.
He's going to miss this place albeit all the rude and offensive sexual innuendos underneath some of the desks, the shoddiness of the gym, and the looming dark and gloomy school doors. This was and is the place where his memories are laid and shall continue to rest.
The one sanction in the school is the library. The rule there is to be quiet. The difference is that people tend to follow this specific rule more in a library. The boy's hand reaches for the door knob and turns it. To his dismay, the door is locked shut. But, suddenly, a rustling sound comes from within and the plump librarian appears at the door.
"What are you doing here?" she asks through the door.
The boy replies that he is visiting one last time. "How sweet", she says, with a appreciative grin.
The boy goes to the back of the library. He writes a little note:
"After high school, where will you go? I wish who ever reads this the best of luck. But, for now, I'm going forward now. Second to the right, and straight on till morning."
He tucks the note into a book that he once liked. On the cover it faintly hints a boy clad in a green get-up.
As the time draws nigh, the boy retreats to his vehicle and starts it up. He drives away from his town and doesn't look back. Where he's driving is a new start. A new day. A brand new day.
Finis.
