He didn't always skip school . Just when he found it necessary .
When he couldn't stand sitting still for a moment longer , when the air that filled his lungs threatened to come out in screams .
In that building no one allowed him to breathe , they all suffocated him with their words and questioning eyes .
Not like he cared anyways .
He adjusted his beanie , the cold air somewhat bothering his ears .
He knew the entire town all too well , the alleyways , the corners , the buidlings , the streets that lead him to nowhere .
He stopped at an incline , adjusted his beanie again , to cover up his headphones that blasted music into his ears . The melody was sharp , almost making his head pound .
Like this , he couldn't hear anything . His own heartbeat was cut out .
If a car came and ran him over , let it be . He'd gladly let his soul roam free .
Slowly , he began making his climb upwards . Pushing as hard as he could . Willing himself to go further , to where the sun hid over the hill , to where he could see what lay beyond .
Just as he reached the top , the light from the sun enveloped his entire sight but he felt the warmth .
He stopped for a moment , just barely a second , if you had blinked you would've missed his smile .
Carelessly , he let the skateboard carry itself down .
Down . Down . Down .
Until finally it came to a stop . His music skipped a beat , then two . It finally turned off .
He opened his eyes .
And there she sat . Unruly , firey red hair that made its way down over her shoulders . Brown , wild eyes .
In her hand , a bag of skittles . Her other hand empty .
He could hear his heartbeat .
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Skittles & Skateboards
Spiritual" Judging someone doesn't define who they are , it defines who YOU are " ~ unknown ~ He's been judged his whole life but yet ... is it really a life when no one has allowed him to live ? And , just like that , life is brought to him , with a bag o...
