Another week in my regular life goes on, because it is finally Friday and i can relax an not have to think about school. As a 17 year old boy from Minnesota it is pretty calm and rainy. I live with my aunt, i never knew my parents and never want to either. I mostly play my piano or just do school work. I'm pretty simple.
When the final bell rang the excitement in my body had blown, because winter break is here and no more school for 3 weeks. i ran out of my algebra class as soon as possible their was nothing stopping me from getting to that bus and then home..... other than that my bus engine was busted. So i decided i was not going to wait and walked 3 mile to my home in the snow.
I've been walking for about 25 minuets now, i know my way home, but it's starting to get a little to cold, but i want to be home in comfort and warmth. another ten minuets have pasted and now it's hard to bare the weather but it's not stopping me yet anyways my house should be about 5 minuets. i'm finally their, but my excitement turned into fear and a hollow inside that rushes through my body like a solider running to his family. i got home with no comfort and unexpected warmth. my home and all my items had been turned into ash. i looked around to see if anyone was home, until i saw my aunts minivan parked on te drive way.
