Prologue
Staring at the brick building seemed like forever, the hot summer sun pelting down on my black fauxhawk and neck. I sat on a park bench across from the building, watching as every now and then a group of boys or girls would walk out, some holding hands and whatnot. Out of the corner of my eye I turned my head quickly just in time to see two girls kiss before one hopped into a gray Jeep and drove off.
Dropping my head in a great show of depression, I stared at my black and gray Converse and black skinny jeans, wondering if this was the right decision. Should I really walk across this barren street? Would I really be able to find a safe haven in the little, red brick building? As if someone else made up my mind for me, I was already grabbing my Nike backpack and heading down the street towards home. I guess today won't be the day, but then again, when will the day come?
