It was a chill, brisk Friday in the state of Wisconsin And Kyle Henderson was having none of that bullshit. The boys were all on Cod Mod warfare but he was kept in detention an hour after school ended. So after it ended ( and by the end, I mean, 5 minutes before it ended because he convinced the senile detention teacher to let him out.) he took out his bicycle and headed to his apartment. The rusty 7 year old wheels crunched along the autumn leaves amongst the hard cement floor of an industrialized world. Cold, not chill and fresh like the air around him. When He got home he pressed hard on the brakes and almost fell over, like he always does, cracking and breaking the maple leaves like they were lives being taken on the battlefield of a cruel, unforgiving, and sinister nature of existence. Lily had always told him to be careful when dealing with nature. "Ya'll take it for granted but it can fuck yo asses over any day it wants to" He overheard her say once as a child. He left his decrepit, practically crippled bike behind, chained it to the bike rack, and sprinted up the seemingly infinite staircase. Kinda like the one that leads up to the browser in Mario 64. but the dark and saturated colors were replaced with a cool gray and cracked cement, twisting black metal as railing supports, along with black steel stairs and brown wooden doors. As he looked around the 4th and final floor of apartment #9 in the "Northern Pine Apartment Complex" and soon found number 106. As he opened the already unlocked door he heard his cat, stormy, meow. "Fuck you to" Kyle said as he took of his jacket and bent down to pet stormy's bushy, yet soft fur.
He took his red and green plaid jacket that everyone at school made fun of (except for Tom, but he just really likes Christmas.) and laid it on the transparent, oval shaped table that lay down in front of the TV. The cedar leg was stained with cherry look-aid when he was only a little boy. You'd think he would have outgrown doing things like that but no, he still does stupid shit like that all the time. Who doesn't?
He Moved over to the fridge, where Lily had left a note. He creaked along the groaning hardwood floor, the cries of a thousand oaks, forced to live longer than they will themselves to just to satisfy the wants of a superior organism. He striped the note off the fridge in an passive aggressive manner, "Out with some friends, left some mac 'n' cheese in the fridge, It's Homemade! Love -Mom". He sighed "We all know who your friends are, Mom" croaking under his breath with a tinge of sorrow. He looked at the picture on the fridge to the left. "Fun gang 63" the Polaroid read across the top, with pictures of some of her friends back in those days. "Damn my moms old" Kyle lightheartedly chuckled. A laugh that seemed to make the house feel alive again. "I miss you" He said, looking dead in the eye at the person labeled "Sarah". "Yet I don't even know who you are," he admitted. Admitted to no one but himself. It was a phrase that dampened the whole residence once again. He shuffled to the back through the corridors of wood and papyrus descent that ancient civilizations would be hella proud of. But no ancient civilization could even fathom what would happen next. He went into his room and turned on his day one Xbox 360. It was the oldest Xbox 360 known to could play uno, as well as run call of duty Modern Warfare. As the iconic startup screen faded in it reflected off his dragon ball z posters in the background, custom made shadow to hedgehog poster, and hand crafted Espio costume, hanging from his closet door knob. The apartment had been filled with a roller coaster of emotions ever since Kyle returned home. From relief, to anger, to Comedy, to tragedy, and, as the room filled with the voices of Tom yelling "FUCK YOU!", David screaming at the top of his lungs "GET NO SCOPED!" and Jamal screeching unintelligible gibberish over the microphone like he always does, carefree.
