"Hey, idiot!"
The snow hit the side of Max's head squarley. He growled as all his sketch books fell to the floor.
"What the heck is wrong with you?!" Max yelled, bending down to pick up his books.
The guy that through the snowball came up from behind, kicking him to fall into the snow. Sheepishly, Max tried to grab his sketchbooks, only failing at the sight of snow being kicked on them. He growled as they moved on to him, kicking and throwing snow. Once they left, laughing and chuckling at their doing, he stood up, wet, and picked each book up one by one, slowly wiping the snow and checking the insides for wet pages.
He sighed, looking back as the four attackers walked down the street, and ran for his house, sketch books hugged tightly to his chest.
His mother's voice filled the house as Max walked in, he took off his shoes, suddenly remembering all that time ago, the day he ran away. Shaking his head, he laughed to himself, that was a long time ago, he was 15 now, bigger, and more responsible. He set the sketch books down on the stairs, knowing it was the only way he'd remember to take them upstairs to his room. He took off his jacket as his mother called to set the table, his socks went off as well, they were soaking, then his other jacket.
He sighed as he walked into the kitchen, wet jeans and partially wet T-shirt. His mom looked at him thoroughly and shook her head.
"Go change we're having guests over," she said.
Max looked up, confused, "What?" he asked reluctantly, "Who?"
"Charlie, the man that I told you I was going out with," she answered, putting the forks on the table.
Max looked at her surprised, "Another one?" he yelled, "How many guys have you brought home?! Ten this week?"
"Max!" she yelled.
He suddenly remembered that time, the time he ran, far far away, now he understood why, "You're like a fucking whore!"
Suddenly, his eyes opened in shock, what did he just say? He took one step back at the look of his mother's face. He looked at the door, his shoes…no. Just run. He broke in a sprint, grabbing his jacket, not realizing it was the small hoodie that had two cat ears floppily laying back from its hood. He growled, running shoeless on the street, he turned in the forest, running, running, running….
He ran, eyes closed, then, suddenly, he crashed, falling back into the shore of the small river that was right by him. His mind whirled and then, suddenly, it all went black, it all went blank.