Young Writers Society

             A single step adds up to nothing on its own, but multiple steps have the capability to take you somewhere. However, i'm having a difficult time finding out just how many it will take to get somewhere where these patterns are not in sight. Hours have passed, marching into the ominous darkness, keeping one hand on Keiro's cold handle, and the other on the infinite wall, flawless, save for the odd patches of cracks here and there. My body is sore and aching, my legs have a growing tremble of exhaustion.

              The adrenaline was all that was fueling me, but now it is officially out of my system, gone away with the time of emergence. I may collapse at any moment, but I want to get as far away from danger as I possibly can. However, its just as likely that I am heading into it. Curse this vast world of darkness. 

                My entire body complains to my brain for making this decision. As I make one more set of the repetitive movement, my foot clings to the ground, an unexpected movement that my foot failed to communicate to the rest of my body. I let myself collapse, my chest relieved to greet the ground, my legs freed from the restless burdens of weight. I fall asleep before I hit the ground.

                I woke up with the light of dawn seeping through the window next to the red on white sheets of my bed that I wake up to each morning. The smell of cold air stings with a wonderful scent, sending a light burning, yet more so refreshing sensation through my nose, which I have always attached with happy memories.

                My mouth gapes into a yawn, and I toss my sheets aside, preparing to heave myself out of the warm and slightly creaking bed. I look into the mirror, and greet my sullen, but very cheerful face with a good morning. Funny, I always forget my appearance. Darkish hair, with a long and slightly chiseled face. It always feels like meeting someone for the first time.

                     Without a second glance into the strangers blue-grey eyes, I rush down the stairs after turning the corner that leads into it, paintings and portraits and whatnot askew, and scattered about, in a way that does nothing but blend them in.

I skip a few steps going down, and land with both feet on the cold tile, still warming in the suns soft glow, just to cool down again after midday.

                  "Good morning!" I summon up my best spirits, directing my voice to the general dining room, where it is met by the audience consisting of my parent and sibling. My dad is on his laptop, a silver coating familiarly associated with the plain white mug, which now resided in my dads left hand. My brother, Jonathan sat next to him, spritefully eating a bowl of cereal.

                   My mom was missing from the scene, as usual, probably getting what sleep she could find, as she usually wakes with the baby, maple. My older sister, Tamera was most likely asleep as well, though her only excuse was being a junior in high school. 

                 I took a seat across from the others, my usual placement among the six seats, routinely the six of us sat in at mealtimes. I skipped breakfast, as usual, and basked in a moment of no task in particular. "Sleep well?" I asked my dad, though almost rhetorical, I could see the bags under his eyes, he probably substituted a good half of the nights rest with work. "Mm-hm" is the response, obviously an answer to a question not paid attention to. Jonathan and I share a laughing glance as he finishes off the milk in his otherwise empty bowl. He always pours too much.

                  I stretch out myself in my chair, exhaling as my sore body exposes its pressure points to my senses. A mix of jiu-jitsu and fencing practice always takes a heavy toll, but it also rids of any problems falling asleep. I turn to look out the window, inbetween a large fridge and some cabinets. The sky, partly taken up by the trees, mostly pine and conifer, is completely overcast.

                Most would find a gloomy set of weather in this, but seeing the different shades of dark blue and grey in ripples has always lifted my spirits. I put on the light grey jacket that I always set out in the mornings, and immediately unfurl the sleeves of my T-shirt underneath, possibly one of the most annoying hazards of clothing. Next I throw on the heavy camo backpack, a gift from my last birthday, which is dangerously close to the first day of the school year. Luckily, that was long ago, and most students are well into the school year. I glance at the clock, mostly to get my brother to look, so I could leave the news to tell. "Time to go dad" he says, just as I knew he would. "Ok." Is his reply. 

                   He slowly gets up and grabs the keys ready for him on the counter, a convenient little spot. He stops himself before opening the door, and puts his laptop in his computer bag. 

                  He pauses. "Aren't we waiting on Tamera?" He says sleepily. "No, its saturday." I remind him, taking care to soften my voice, I don't need to be stern and add to his stress. "Oh." He mumbles. "Right.", and without another word, he opens the door.

                   I follow behind my brother and shut the door. Droplets of water sprinkle off the door frame and on to my head. I take a moment to stare into the misty sky. Thunder softly harmonizes with the chorus of drips from the tree leaves. Days like this always seem filled with infinite possibilities, hidden in the infinite blanket of shrouding mist. I take a breath, and then catch up to my Dad and Jonathan, already in the car.

                    I take a seat by Jonathan in the tan-ish mini van we take for rides. I slide the door shut, and droplets fly on impact as it slams shut. I carry my backpack in my lap, which consists of everything I need. I strap up and we head down the road, ready to go. I look out the window with the enchanting view in my eyes. "Its going to be a great day." I whisper.