And so he walked.

He woke up to the loud ring of his alarm clock. The same loud ring he woke up to every single day of the week. 7:30 am. He waited a few seconds before swinging his warm to shut it off, then sat up straight in his bed. Cold. He left his window open all night. He let out a sigh. Why care though? He always forgot to close his window before going to sleep. After having something to eat, he made his way out towards school. A short 15 minute walk. He hated school. Loathed it. It wasn't that he got bad grades, he was an average student. He didn't get bullied, no one had ever really picked on him. His teachers were fine. His friends were pretty nice guys. He didn't know why he disliked school so much. He didn't have much of a reason. He just did.

After his first 2 classes, Math and Art, he decided he'd go outside at lunch time. Today, he would eat alone. It was nice out,not too cold. His burgundy hoodie was enough to keep him warm. After walking a few blocks, he found a curb, and settled down. He didn't bring too much to eat. A sandwich, a water bottle and a pear. He ate slowly, and looked at his surroundings. The houses were all small. The trees were big. Most of them had orange leaves, others had yellow leaves. He liked looking at the different shades of the leaves. After eating all his food, he lied down on the grass by the curb. It was quiet. No cars driving by. No one outside. Just the sound of leaves, being rustled by a slight breeze. It was one of the most beautiful and quaint days ever he thought. "How come I don't feel satisfied then... What am I missing?" he wondered out loud.

He had been there for almost 40 minutes. He had about 20 minutes left to get back to school before class started. He started making his way back, but stopped. Why was he walking back? He didn't have to go back. He didn't want to walk back to school either. He knew what the rest of the day would be like. Listening to oral presentations in English class, and finnishing a documentry in History about Socrates that they had started watching last week. "No. I won't go back..." he thought. He turned around. There were 2 streets ahead of him. One to his left, and one straight ahead of him.He decided to walk straight ahead.

He walked, and he walked. There were so many different turns, he hadn't hit any dead ends yet. He had been walking for about 2 hours now. He hadn't thought one single thing, for those 180 minutes. He was too busy looking at everything. The houses, the trees, the grass, the odd couple that would walk by him, the sky...all of it had given him this strange feeling. He couldn't even identify it, he couldn't put it into words, no matter how hard he tried. But none of those things mattered to him. He smiled. For the first time in what felt like years, he smiled. He found what he was missing. Now he just needed to know how to keep it.

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