It was a day from hell for the human called Ryan. He had been sent home from school after he had gotten in a fight. As he walked home he was listening to his music just to try and bring his mood up but the pain in his bruised torso had him with tears in his eyes. That and the fact that his parents would be mad at him for being suspended for the rest of the day. He hid his shame in the hood of his grey hoodie. He had his hands in his pockets and his back pack lied askew off of one shoulder. "...this is the worst day possible..." He said through his tears.

As he neared his home he had thoughts running through his head of what could happen when he came face to face with his parents. His parents never really cared about him a single bit. His father was busy making Ryan go through the city on his bike delivering "packages" his father called them. Ryan never looked in the packages because he most likely knew what was in the packages. Drugs. Not just the usual 'Mary Jane' and Prescription Meds. The kind of drugs that need mini labs to create them making white powder and crystalline stuff.

When he got home he found no one there. He looked around and saw the phone with a blinking red light on it. There was a message on it. Setting his stuff down near the hallway he walked over to the phone on its cradle and pushed the button marked 'messages'. "One new message." The machine said. It beeped. "Uh yes this is Ryan's principal letting you know he and another boy got into a fight and we have just sent him home minutes ago. You must not have gotten to the phone in time but hopefully you listen too this soon."

Just before the message ended Ryan hit another button deleting the message, He let out a hefty sigh as he picked his things up and went toward his room. The door was wide open and a note was taped to the door. He reached up and took it off looking at it. 'Dear Ryan, your mother was arrested because I sent her on the run to deliver the 'packages' and she took the route of the last delivery and ended up getting busted by the cops. I left in a hurry to hide the things so you just go get your own damn food and get your own clothes washed. Guns are still in the same places but I took the shotgun from under your bed so just use the pistol. -Dad' is what he read. "Of course he took MY shotgun... best damn gun around here...." Ryan said.

He set his things down and lowered his hood revealing semi long black hair. He sat down and stared at the emptiness that was his room. He had a skate board in the corner which he never rode because he couldn't balance well. Sighing he lied down on his bed with his eyes clenched shut. only his music of his CD player rang in his ears but he was definitely thinking. He thought for a while and then he got an idea. Suddenly he sat up fast and growled. He picked up his backpack unzipping it and dumping all of his school supplies out. A journal, a binder a few CDs and an inch thick book. There wasn't text or any markings of any kind. He picked that and the CDs back up placing them on the bed next to him. He quickly went to his closet and took shirts, some pants and shoved them in the bag. He went to the drawers and shoved socks and a few more shirts in the bag before putting the book and CDs back inside. Slinging the backpack over his shoulder putting his arm through the other strap and darted out of his room and towards the front door. He flung the door open and ran out slamming it behind him. He was off running away from home.

Author's Note

Some chapters might be short while some chapters could be pretty clean compared to others. Its pretty much how I write. works well when my brain forgets how to stuff.