There is a time in everyone's lives that we come to a split in the track. This is the story of how it all happened, how my life turned into something more than it ever could have been.
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There is a time in everyone's lives that we come to a split in the track. This is the story of how it all happened, how my life turned into something more than it ever could have been.
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My name is Jack, short for Jackie. I'm 18 and really stubborn. I move around a great deal but my parents finally told me that this is the last time, I doubt it though. I've been the outcast anywhere I go, until I moved here, to Richmond Hill in Georgia. It's a nice place I guess but it rains endlessly so the ground is constantly damp or muddy.
It was the end of the school year when I moved so I never had the chance to make friends. There was the neighbor but he didn't really seem to want to talk. Funny story really, I guess I'll share.
It was raining as usual and I wanted to go explore the forest behind the neighborhood. I put on my black rain boots and a matching rain coat, grabbed a clear umbrella then went outside. The sound of the rain hitting the top of the umbrella was calming but there was someone in their garage playing the drums so my silence was interrupted by this guys garage band. I plugged my earbuds in then set up my favorite metal band. The sky grew darker and I kept walking, letting the music flow through my head and body as I walked down the wet sidewalk. Then all of a sudden I get knocked to my feet by some guy bigger than me. I look up to see a guy about my age, maybe older, with a large, complex tattoo on the back of his neck that reached to the sides of his neck.
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He wasn't bad looking but he didn't seem to want anything to do with me. He looked down at me, helped me up then left by walking back to his doorstep. As I watched him walk back I was finally able to process what had just happened. I realized that he didn't even move his mouth, he didn't say sorry or even look sorry. For whatever reason it just really ticked me off. I brushed it off and made sure I didn't drop anything. I took one more look at the jerk's house then continued my walk to the forest behind the back row of houses still thinking about that jerk.
