Past Midnight

It took one night to hurry out. To go to the place. To become happy.
I'm not sure why we went there of all the places in the state. It's beautiful though. more than the other places. There; I speak to my mom. There; is where I spend most of my time. No one knows about it other than myself and and my mother. But she's gone. Now it's just me.
Ever since my moms death, I've been different. Not bad different, but when she died I became depressed. I, being as odd a person I am, began being more active. I joined the soccer team, tennis, swimming, track. I began waking up at four and going to bed on eight. On every night but Friday. Friday was the night mom and I would go to our place. It was our day. I go to school, I come home, I do homework, I chat with some friends and spend time with my family, but by the time eight rolls around, I'm getting in my Ford and I'm gone. I'm gone to the back roads.
To the lake.