A very energetic boy was waiting for me at the bench, who had started jumping up and down when he saw me approaching. I chuckled, speeding my pace up to get there quicker.
“You seem excited and happy today,” I mused, as he nodded his head, his grin growing even bigger.
“Yes yes, I am extremely excited,” he squealed, causing me to raise my eyebrows.
“May I asked why?”
“BECAUSE WE’RE GOING ON AN ADVENTURE,” he announced dramatically, throwing his hands up in the air.
“Adventure?” I asked curiously.
“ADVENTURE,” he stated proudly, grinning at me.
“Where?” There really was nowhere to have an ‘exciting adventure’ around here.
“IN THE FOREST,” he cheered, starting to run around squealing.
“Forest? You mean the big clump of trees nearby,” I said slowly, as he stopped in front of me.
“Forest, clump of trees, same thing. They both have lots of trees,” he said, shrugging.
“What are we gonna do there anyway? There’s nothing much to do.”
“Ahh Brittney,” he gushed. “If you look hard enough, you’ll always see something exciting in something that appears boring to other people. Take the soil on the ground for example. Did you know that one tablespoon of soil has more organisms in it compared to the amount of people on the earth? Or that 0.01% of the world water is held in soil? Or maybe that it takes 500 years to form one inch of soil? Soil seems so ordinary to us humans, yet there are so many amazing facts about it.”
I thought about this for a moment. “How did you know all that?” I asked. “Do you like, study soil or something?” I joked, causing him to playfully roll his eyes at me.
“So, shall we go to the forest now, dear Brittney?” he asked, holding his hand out.
I grinned, taking hold of it. “We shall.”
“So what do you plan on doing here?” I asked curiously when we had reached the forest.
He shrugged, sprawling out on the floor. “I just wanted to talk without any distractions.”
“Oh,” I said simply, laying down next to him.
We stayed like that for a couple minutes, none of us bothering to make a sound. Suddenly, he sat up, staring down at me with a nervous expression.
“Tell me about your parents,” he stated. I narrowed my eyes at him, sitting up.
“Only if you also tell me about yours,” I demanded. I knew far too little about him, yet he knows so much about me.
He hesitated for a moment, before finally agreeing.
“Fine. You go first.”
I shrugged, looking at my toes.
“I live with my mum, but I have no idea what happened to my dad,” I muttered.
There was a pause, before he finally spoke.
“Both my parents are dead,” he mumbled.
“Oh,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
“So um, how did they die?” I asked cautiously.
He shrugged, staring at the grass. “I have no idea.” He chewed his lip, refusing to look at me. “What about your dad? What happened to him?”
“I don’t know either, mum doesn’t talk about him,” I replied, as he nodded, before finally looking up at me. “Do you miss him?”
I shrugged, picking at the grass. “There’s nothing in my house to do with my dad. No photos, clothes, anything. I don’t even know what his name was. But I remember looking through my mum’s closet once, and found a hoodie. It was obviously not hers, it was way too big for her. But that’s pretty much it.”
“My parents were killed,” he mumbled. “By who, I don’t know. All I remember walking in the house with my sister, and seeing their dead bodies lying on the ground,” he said blankly.
We sat in comfortable silence for the next half hour, just enjoying each other’s company.
Suddenly, he shot up, panicking.
“Oh my gosh I’m late.” He scrambled up on his feet, me following closely behind him.
“What? Late for what?” I asked worriedly when I saw his eyes widen when he looked at his watch.
“I’m dead, oh I’m dead,” he whimpered, tears starting to form in his eyes, sprinting out of the ‘forest.’
“Bye, see you tomorrow,” I called, though he probably didn’t hear me. I sighed, starting to make my way back home.
mum asked me when school starts and i was like i dont know and now shes mad at me.
i still needa go buy everything for school ));