17He flashed a smile at the moon, the air was cold and it portrayed his breath like white smoke. He walked through the black forest and came to a yard. The house on it was white and colonial. He knew it was haunted by ghosts, he didn't doubt that for a second. Everyone told him he was crazy when he would walk into school with his stories of what he saw each night. He did this from when he was 5-13. After that he gave up trying to tell everyone about ghosts as they stopped appearing.
He walked to his back door; his patio was uplifted from the ground and was made of stones. The back door steps were as well. He was completely out of sight from the road or his neighbors.
He walked up to his room on the second floor and walked into a room filled up with a whole bunch of punk rock posters. Such as Blink 182, Good Charlotte, Sugarcult, Atticus, and many more. He sighed as he walked to his bed and collapsed into the black sheets of silk.
His black baggy shorts and baggy shirt was comfortable enough to fall asleep with. He turned on his stereo to his Atticus CD and listened to it intently until he dozed off. His final thoughts were that is was Sunday, tomorrow was school, a new day.
We woke the next morning to his alarm clock beating against New found glory. He looked at his and growled. He got up and looked as his clothes in his full-length mirror across his room. He looked down at his black shoes, which he still had on.
"Not another day at school." He moaned as he got up from the bed and shut off his alarm clock. He jumped up forgetting his old clothes and ran downstairs to see his mom about food.
He went to the edge of the stairs and got pushed by something. It was his 5'7" cheerleader sister. She had strawberry brown hair and green eyes. She was tall from the rest of the cheerleaders and was always going out with one jock or another. She did not believe in his ghosts, she always encouraged the school into calling him nicknames or making fun of him. He gave up on her a long time ago.
He entered the kitchen; its green marble tile was vigorous to see against his usually black room he was confined to. She smiled at him. She was a sort women, hair of curly brown and eyes reaching somewhere around brown too.
"Soup?" she mused to him. He made a look of disgust. "Chicken soup? Moms famous chicken soup at that, I'll pass" he thought.
"I'm not hungry." He waved his hand and walked towards the door. He threw his backpack up on his back and started for the door putting his headphones on. Then his step dad walked in front of him.
"Did you clean your room?" he said angrily. He was a tall man, but not as tall as Trent. He had blond hair and blue eyes. He was a chubby man and had no sense of humor. The only conversations him and his step son had were about cleaning his room or to turn that racket off. Tent usually called him Chuck, his real name he had never quite heard or remembered.
"No." Trent said.
"That's it! Your grounded for this weekend!" Chuck yelled.
"This is so lame! Bye ma!" he yelled as he walked out of the door putting his headphones up to full sound.
"When you come back you better pick your room up!" Chuck shouted after him.
He waved his hand in the air as he jumped on his board and rode to school, just in time to miss the bus. He skated after it and he grabbed onto the back. He coasted until he got to school.
His school was pretty big, him being in high school it had to be. Three stories it stood with so many classrooms he couldn't count and he didn't really want to. He was walking up the cement path to the front doors with his board when he came upon Matt and Scott, his two skateboarding buddies.
"Hey dude!" Matt yelled.
"What's up!" Scott yelled.
He rode up to them and didn't really think about the questions until he got off his board. He looked at them, Scott's short brown hair, and Matt's longer brown hair, and both having identical brown eyes. They stood about two inches shoulder then Trent, and Scott stood one inch shorter than Matt. They all wore pretty much the same black band t-shirt, except for different punk bands, and all had on longer baggy shorts the reached down to their knees.
"Hey losers!" A jock walked by.
Trent was about to go after him and was held back by Matt and Scott, which stood in front of him. They pushed him back and the jock laughed. He had curly blond hair and blue eyes. He was tall, though still not as tall as Trent, but he had tons of pretty cheerleaders by his side along with his other goons for the football team.
"Its not worth it man." Scott said.
"Someday, they're going to be sorry." He said backing up and brushing himself off.
"So dude what's up how was your weekend?" Matt started again.
"Dude, my Chuck is such an asshole. He is always up in my face!" Trent complained.
Then he stopped and his eyes led him to a pretty girl. Her name was Jen, and he had had a crush on her since the 8th grade. He was now in 10th, you do the math. She walked by, her brown hair fluttering around her shoulders, she looked up and met his golden eyes with her own and she passed by him the a smile and a wave.
He almost fell down in Scott hadn't caught him. He was almost drooling but he picked himself up and straightened his look out. He whipped his hair back and started to walk towards her.
"Dude! What are you doing? You've been drooling over her all summer, come on she's a prep just give it up!" Matt warned starring in her direction.
"Yeah man, she'll only break your heart. She's bad news." Scott joined in.
Trent backed up and looked to the ground. His face was in so much pain but he hid his eyes under his hair. His mushroom cut was long enough to just be over the tips of his ears but not to long, and also to cover his eyes slightly. He looked up at her and she looked back to him for a brief moment until she turned away again.
He saw now her al-fit. She was wearing tight jean pants and a tight black shirt. She had on a silver bracelet that danced around her wrist and a black necklace attached to a star on the end. He looked at it closer; it was a Wicca symbol, a star inside a circle.
"A pentagram?" He thought to himself.
He squinted to see it better but then Scott pulled him away. Towards his first classroom he walked.
"Just forget about her." Scott said. Matt nodded as he was following.
Trent shook it off and picked up his board. He walked to his locker and opened it after about a 10-minute fight. The bell rang and they walked to class.
"Great English." He groaned.
The rest of the day went on as planned, he didn't see Jen for the rest of the day and he went home on his skateboard. He waved to his friends passing him on the bus and walked up his sidewalk to his front door.
His sister came up the sidewalk off from the bus. He could hear the hoots and hallors from all the guys and all the screams of good bye from the girls. He turned and she walked up to him. She gave a fierce glare and a smiled o annoyance at him and she pranced inside.
"Why must you be such a jerk. I can NOT believe you are my brother." She spat as she passed him and walked inside the house. She carried her bright pink jacket over her shoulder while she strutted around bouncing her curls of red. Her tight blue pants hugged her hips, and she also wore a little pink shirt that said some saying on it he didn't want to read.
"Mandy why are you such a bitch!" he yelled.
He sighed deep and walked slowly to the house. He could hear the yells coming from the inside. His sister and Chuck were at it again. Probably about some boy. He ignored the screams and he turned towards the forest. He looked at it in awe. He dropped his backpack and walked towards it.
The somber sounds of the wind and trees rushed through his hair and ears. The small creek nearby his house gave soothing sounds. Then he heard something smash back at his house. A sort of plate or something. He ignored it once again and headed out once more.
He walked beneath the trees, and he stared up at the blood red sky. He had walked about a mile when it finally became dark. He turned and realized he had been following the flow of the river. He looked around and did not see anything but trees and plants.
He sighed and walked back to his house. In the middle of his pursuit he stopped. He had suddenly become tired. He needed to sit. Then he looked into the water and it was all foggy. The night had settled and he could see his breath again.
"Trenton..." a soft voice called. "Trenton, come here" it said.
It sounded like a female, one in a dream. It echoed in his mind, or in the trees, we could not quite tell. He got up from his sitting place and looked around the fog.
"Who's there?" he said.
"Are you scared Trenton?" it called him.
The voice was like a song, being sung by the river. He visualized a girl, with hair that was long wavy and blond. Her eyes were a amethyst color and her skin was very pale. She wore a green ragged dress and a had on a silver necklace which had on it the same sign as Jen's.
"Trenton come here my darling." It called him once again.
"Who are you." He said. His tone was strong and was not shattered with fear or doubt.
"Trenton, I love you will you not come?" it asked him once again.
"I am leaving." He shouted.
He shot for the direction to his house and he heard the voice getting louder in his head. He could hear it now, plain and screaming for him to go back, or to come closer, he could not understand. Then he heard a scream of a women and he fell out of the forest into his yard. He looked up and there was the back door and the patio.
He ran for it again and the screaming stopped. He gasped for air and he walked to the door. He was about to open it when Chuck started screaming again. He sat upon the steps and looked out at the mists coming towards his house.
It was swirling in a rather different shape than he had remembered. It was coming and going around and around in a spiral like sort of way, as if it had its own mind. He watched it come closer until it reached him completely. He felt a chill brush his face.
"Trenton, Trenton." It called quietly. Then he felt something grab his leg and pull him from the stairs. He gasped and pulled away from it. He pulled up the stairs then sometimes grabbed his shoulder and pulled him up.
"What are you doing out here Trent, you should be inside cleaning your room!" it was his mother. Her hand felt warm and caring. He smiled at her and went inside. She smiled back.
He walked to his room and he could here the sounds of back street boys floating around the hallway air. He made a look of disgust and turned on his own music. He saw his black clothes blending in with the black carpeting on his floors. You could not tell if his wall was black, it was covered every inch with posters pictures and texts.
He picked up some of his clothes and threw them in a basket. He looked at his clock, 12:24 AM it read. He jumped in bed and turned off his light. He lighted a candle and went to sleep. His black room gave him comfort, as he forgot his clothes for another night, and slept.