Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2007 22:21:44 -0500 From: Dylan Subject: Running Away Hi everybody! My name is Jonny, some of you may have read some of the stories written by my twin, Dylan, but this particular story is my first attempt at writting. I would love to hear some opinions, just send them to my brother at Dylan49@gmail.com as we share the account. Running Away - Chapter One Late in the night a young boy of only 16 sat up in his bed, daring not to move a muscle as his ears strained to hear what his parents were discussing downstairs. His entire body shivered as the air outside streamed in from the window, freezing his young frame to the core. Still, he sat perfectly still in silence, and finally heard "Well, it's decided then, tomorrow we will take him to the academy." This was all he needed to hear, instantly he sprang out of bed and the pale moonlight revealed his beautiful white skin, his bright red boxers, and his innocently blond hair. It had all come about because lately he had been distracted, not by girls, but quite the opposite. Lately, he had begun to notice all the boys that surrounded him. Unfortunately, all this "noticing" had dramatically affected his academics, and thus, his parents had now resolved to ship him off. Suddenly, the door to his room opened and in peeked the head of his father. "Oliver?" He asked into the darkness of the spacious bedroom. "Um, y-yeah dad? I really have to go to the bathroom and I'm tired so... do you need anything?" Oliver spoke quickly and pretended to be groggy. "No, nothing son." and with that, the door closed, and relief spread through the 16 year old's body. As his clothes flew into the small duffel bag that lay at the foot of his bed, he felt tears start to form in his eyes as he knew that that would have been the last time that he would see either one of his parents. Ever since the day that the academy recruiter had come, he had planned to leave before being sent away. All too soon the bag was full, and Oliver had to admit that he had even packed some luxuries that he wouldn't he able to afford anymore. After the light in the hallway flickered and died away, he crept out, down the stairs, and to the front door. He took only enough time to drop the note explaining to his parents that he would rather live on his own merits (even though he himself thought he had none) than be shipped away. Oliver began walking, not really sure where to go, not really sure what to do. Before he knew it, his watch began beeping that it was almost 5:00 in the morning. "Crap" he muttered as all the exhaustion of the night's walking caught up with him, and his slender legs, shaped by years of soccer and swimming, began to give way and buckle at the knees. Even Oliver's iron will that had convinced him to run away, conceded to the feeling of exhaustion that racked his petite body. He began removing the small blanket that he had packed and he noticed that something had fallen out of his duffel. He bent over and picked up the little giraffe keychain his parents had bought for him when he was five. His moment was cut short though as soon after he felt something press against his backside. "Give me the bag." A gruff voice said behind him. Oliver jumped, shocked that someone had crept up on him. "P-please don't hurt me." He pleaded. "Give me the bag." the gruff voice repeated. Oliver threw the bag as far as possible and immediately took off, running as fast as his already tired legs would carry him. He ran for a good three minutes before his legs finally gave up on him, and he fell, scraping his shirt and a little bit of his side on a log along the road. He felt the tears again welling up, but quickly pushed them down, he had never known hardship, but he was not about to begin crying just as he started his self-initiated adventure. With as much strength as his muscles could give he carried himself to a small shack he found near a house. Feeling exhausted, he plopped down onto the wooden floor and allowed his tense body to relax against the wooden support of the shack. He had been out in the world for less than 4 hours, and already his beautiful green eyes were dulled with the pain of exhaustion, and his side hurt from his scrape which was bleeding. With a sigh, Oliver let his head fall to one side, and fell asleep. "H-Hey! You okay?" Oliver felt a hand shaking him. "Are you okay?" the blurred figure above him asked. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times before his situation flooded back into his consciousness. A young man of about 18 stood above him, looking down at the young blond boy had just found in his shed. "I-I-I'm sorry! I uh... fell asleep, I'll go..." Oliver turned, looking for the duffel he had packed, only to remember how he had come to end up at the shack. He did however, find the little giraffe keychain, it seemed to be the only thing that he had managed to hold on to. As he stood up, a sudden sharp pain hit him, sending him back onto the floor. His hands clutched his side in pain, feeling the dried blood from his wound. "Whoa, you okay there?" The man asked him. "I... uh, I'll be fine." Oliver tried to stand up again, straining not to yell out at the pain he was experiancing. Again irony struck him, in his old life style, he would never have had this problem, and in the event that he did injure himself, his parents would have gotten the doctor to come in the area and see him. Still, here he was on the floor of a shack, cluching his side in pain. "Here, come inside and I'll help you." The young man practically lifted Oliver up off the ground. "You're pretty light aren't you?" He said, sounding somewhat amazed. Quietly Oliver took to the man's tending, taking off his bloody shirt and wincing as the man began wiping the area clean of dried blood. "It looks like your pants are pretty dirty too, want me to throw them into the wash with your shirt? I have an extra set of clothes that may be a little bit big for you, but they'll do." He offered, before going into what looked like a bedroom. He came back with a set of clothes that seemed to radiate with comfort, and so, Oliver conceded, and went into the bathroom to change. As he walked out he could see the man forcing himself not to burst out laughing. He must have looked strange, a young boy dressed in clothes that were so big that his shirt hung off to the side and revealed almost all of his left shoulder. Oliver felt his pants slip down occasionaly and quickly dispatched a hand to pull them up. He handed his clothes to the man, who identified himself as Jesse, and sat down on the nearby couch. "So, where do you live?" Jesse asked, walking into the kitchen and returning with some food. "You look like you haven't eaten breakfast." He added, and quickly held up a slice of fruit to Oliver's lips. "Um, yeah, thanks." Oliver took the fruit, taking only a bite, before saying. "I uh.. don't have a home, or family." Jesse looked thoughtful before speaking. "Well, would you like to stay here?" _-_-_-_End Chapter One_-_-_-_ Thanks for reading! Please write me comments if you liked it, or have suggestions!