Color Outside the Lines

~Chapter 3~

The next morning I wake up at 8:35, and rush to throw on some dark jeans, a black tee and my old sneakers that have blue pen writing on it from when I got bored. I rummage through my tiny closet to try to find a clean sweatshirt, and find my old light pink one that I never wear.
"No way. Pink does not look good on me."
I throw it to the back of my closet, and go through my hamper to find a regular, gray, hoodie. I run downstairs and don't bother eating breakfast. I make sure I still have a few bobby pins in my pocket because my keys are still lost. Doug didn't come home last night; probably fell asleep somewhere near the bar. He couldn't resist staying away from "Joe's Beer Shack" since his addiction began. At least I was off the hook yesterday, but I fear what he'll say to me tonight, if he even decides to see me. He's one hell of a step-father, I'll tell you that much. And not in a good way.

When I leave the house, I walk a few blocks until I reach the Weiler Woods. I sometimes go through there for a short-cut, but it does put me on edge; someone went missing in there for christ sakes. But that was years ago, and I need to get to school if I want to be on time.
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I'm almost at the end of the pathway when something in a tree catches my eyes- I don't know what it is, but my feeling of curiosity leads me towards something big resting on top of a mighty Oaks' branches. I haven't felt the urge of wonder in a very long time. As I approach, I notice someone has been building a fort or a treehouse. I can tell by the slats of wood, appearing freshly cut, leaning against what seems like the base of this treehouse. Someone was just here... and I just missed them. I could've found out more about this person, or even people building this creation. I leave and force my eyes to stop looking at all of the little details.

I'm at the beginning of the long, twisty, pathway leading up to my grand High School, "T.C. Williams Ridgemont High." The bell rings, echoing all the way to where I am, in relationship to wear the actual door is.

"Great. Now I'll have detention, and Doug will have to pick me up. I'll be in double trouble now." I annoyingly mutter. I'm only a Freshman in High School, and just want to get it over with even though I know I'm not close to graduating. When I do walk into class, I'll look like a lonely loser, not even being able to make it to class on time. Though I know that's already who I am.