(Very short chapter, just for introduction! I might edit this a bit, but im not suree)
Hoot
A Mistaken
Chapter 1
Introduction
He Stared
Out his bedroom window
In loneliness
He wrote..
Roy Stopped His pen on the paper, in thought. He stared out his bay window, in wonder. He hadn't noticed the breath mark he left on the window. "shit." he muttered under his breath, wiping it away, remembering the pleasing weather outside, yet here he sat. It was a warm August 1st, as he checked his watch, 7:00 pm. He'd been sitting here for 3 hours, writing those 4 lines. He combed his lengthening hair behind his head for about the millionth time that day, getting up and stretching, hearing his joints pop. He lazily suppressed a yawn, checking his watch once more. 7:01. The minutes were moving slowly today, he felt like that minute had dragged on and on.
He went to his mini fridge and snatched a can of soda, opening it with slight vigor, not realizing how thirsty he was, he took large obnoxious gulps. He went to sit back at the bay window, he didn't know why, but it was his favorite spot throughout his whole room. He had recently took his post those 3 hours ago after coming upstairs in another un-surprised mood, his parents had been fighting again. Nothing New. College again. Roy didn't really bother to care, he was vaguely aware of his lagging grades, he wasn't failing, so that was good enough to satisfy him. He was going to be a senior this upcoming year, and he'd heard it was the best year out of high school, but he didn't have one ounce or excitement for school. He didn't even find one thing in his life that was that great. Roy sighed, opening his bay window, taking a deep lungful of sweet august air. The soft breeze whispered into his room, wrapping him in a peaceful trance, these were the rare moments he felt greatly at a peace. The wind blew his blonde hair back, as he tucked a long piece of hair behind his hair. Everyone commented on his hair. That's how a lot of people knew him by. Mostly it was how he'd changed. Everyone said that as well. Roy never really acknowledged it. He didn't really care that much. He felt more comfortable with who he was now, he felt it was the one thing he could actually come to terms with. He never really was much for stereotypes. Maybe it was that certain someone that had left him, as he was just starting high school. Roy sighed once again, in mono-tone sadness.
"He left.." He quietly said, out the window, to nobody in particular, opening his journal. He reached to turn on his ipod and speakers, "Without me…" He didn't finish, as his last words were drown out by the music sang throughout his room.
