>I take in the cool air as I start my walk. Finding myself here more often than not nowadays. Not sure if that's a good thing or not.
>Clear blue skies, wide open park. Serene, quiet and a place where I can be alone. A place where I don't have to hold it in. No schoolwork nor classmates nor life. Just nature.
>My legs carry me leisurely as I stroll to a secluded bench, surrounded by trees. A place of reflection and nicely shaded. Not a lot of foot traffic here. Guess in a saurian hotspot city cool shaded places don't happen to be that popular.
>I run the last few days through my head. Stress upon stress mounting and surging. Here I am halfway across the country, alone and finding myself tied in knots of relationships. None I chose.
>I plant myself on the little bench and mindlessly peer at the foliage. The gentle swaying breeze shuffling them about, ruffling patterns and becoming almost a hypnotic scene.
>The day works it's way out. I sigh and try to brush off the little spat Trish started today. No clue why she's on my ass constantly. The little trigga just seems to have it out for me for some reason. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt to hear her yell that I'll be some trailer-trash baby factory. Bitch.
>I lean back and pull my phone out mindlessly, scrolling through some Somalian novelty coin collection forum while I decompress. My phone quietly vibrates in my hand as I start to replay to a post. Fang.
>I open the text to see him apologizing for Trish, claiming she's a real sweetheart when you get to know her. Right. Sure those horns are just for show, too.
>I fire back some nonsense reply, hoping that's enough. To my surprise he's quick on the draw back, usually not. Guess he was actually worried about all this.
>It's an invitation. I perk a bit as I read. A chance to get to find some common ground with Trish. Going venue hunting for somewhere his band can actually play now that they don't sound like cats screwing. You're welcome by the way.
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