Cleaning the portion of the house Mattie actually used was bad. But cleaning the whole house because your selfish lazy brother decides to go to McDicks is worse. Way worse. Mattie knew to stay away from Alfred's room.
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatti e!" Alfred's loud voice carried upstairs. Cringing, Mattie clambered down the steps and jumped the last four.*
"Yes, brother dear. Who isn't lazy or selfish at all?" Mattie growled sarcasticly. But to his surprise, Alfred was doing something. Alfred was searching for the remote! Wow! He can move!
"Ha! Found you, dumb butt remote! Heroes will always prevail! hahahahahaha!" Alfred grinned talking to himself.
I swear, he is crazy. I am out of here. "hey, alfred, you going to need any... er... stuff for the party? I can go to the store." I say, quite loudly, he never seems to hear me.
"Dude, it's B.Y.O.B! But yeah, I think we are good." Alfred grins at me as I walk out. Then it is to the maple tree in the park again. But first...
Sliding the sketchbook into my big pocket in the front of my favourite red hoodie, I walk out of the house, not even bothering to say good-bye. I didn't bring Kuma, he doesn't like heights. I mean- okay, when I was little I felt Kuma was alive. He was my only friend after Alfred became one of the outgoing popular kids. I still sometimes feel Kuma is still the same little polar bear friend I had when I was little. But I really don't want to get him dirty, Alfred laughs because I obsessively wash Kuma. Hey, a white stuffed animal shows dirt very easily! Fine I will bring Kuma next time. Today, I am only taking my sketch book and pencil. I walk taking my time and dragging my feet, I stub my toe, I must have accidentally chosen my shoes that I meant to throw out a few months ago but never had the time. Eh, I will throw them out tomorrow, I still have another pair of shoes, so I don't need to ask Alfred to drive me to the store anytime soon. Hmm... how can Alfred ever even forget me? I'm his brother and he has the entire McDick's menu memorized, yet he can't remember his own brother.
The park is quiet and lit mostly by the pale orange of the street lamps dotting the sides of the path. Mattie glares at the lights, Stupid lights, maybe if they were paler and less orange they wouldn't be so damn annoying! **
Mattie once again veered sharply off the path and into the "forest" He didn't care much that it had become dark during his walk to the park, he could sleep in his tree. No one would see him if he lay down in the middle of the path even! Matthew got to his tree and pulled out his sketch book, and tried to draw in the dark, even with the light of the slowly waning moon, he couldn't see anything. Mattie leaned against the tree and traced the bark with a finger. Most people drew trees with brown bark, even though most trees have grey bark. People never seem to notice what is right in front of them... It might explain his inability to be noticed.

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Mattie opened his eyes and was pretty damn pissed with himself, he had fallen asleep in the maple tree that night. And didn't want to have to go Saturday school, so he figured he was going to have to go to school today. But that doesn't matter, he would have only 6 hours of torture, then it would be the weekend.
The school was a big building and it was full of jackasses who don't give a shit about anyone other than themselves and their gang. Matthew fell victim to a lot of their anger and stuff. BUt no one noticed, and those who noticed didn't care, the kid they bothered didn't even show up unless he was beign beaten up and no a single kid who did notice did anything.
There was one kid, Ludwig, he took great pride in his ability to beat the shit out of anyone. And he admit to having nazi blood, often declaring that nazis were one ofthe strongest armies ever and so on and so fourth.
Mattie went to class and sat down, his eyes being drawn towards the window and he stared out, not listening to anything, his name was called on roll and he automatically raised his hand and screamed "HERE!" so as to be heard. Then he went back to thinking. Someone ran out of the school and ran past on the sidewalk, Mattie couldn't see the kid very clearly, but didn't care too much, they could go on with whatever is wrong, as long as it won't come back to hurt him, Mattie won't care. So he watched the white haired man run out of his sight, hardly even noticing how strange white hair is.
And the day went on. Mattie still wasn't giving a fuck about anyone, he got punched in the nose, hid in the bathroom during lunch, got bashed in the hallways. then Mattie decided he didn't give a shit whether or not he had Saturday school, He was going to skip and you can't do anything about that.
Matthew walked slowly out of the building, and crept off campus, sipping some grape juice he bought frrom one of the vending machines.

Why rush off when no one will notice me? He mused, taking another sip of grape juice awesomeness.

Mattie was walking into the park for the third time in two days, which was odd, as he hadn't come in a few years, then it is his Safehaven again.

Chuckling Mattie started to climb the tree, but stopped when he heard a scratchy voice laugh from above him. Startled, Mattie ran off.

"Kesesese- oh shit! Don't run dammit! I didn't mean to scare you!" The voice of the white haired man followed Mattie, but it was too late, Mattie was gone.

*: Jumping down the last four stairs is a habit I have developed and started when I moved into the house... about 6 years ago. :3

**: orange is my least favourite colour and I don't use lights like that unless it is after dark, and I have an unusual distaste for the orange street lamps that dot the sidewalks.

HEY GUYSSSS! MoarCookies4me! here! Today is my birthday! I am turning 12! lol, this means I will prob be asked if I am 14 now... xD sorry, but I am like... 2 years ahead in puberty or some shit like that. we totally lost the soccer game. orz

THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH FOR THE KIND REVIEWS!
so I hope u like, this is just a quick rushed filler, my friend is writing a story with me... she doesn't know what desolate means... this will be hard... . I use "gem words" as she would say...