The Boogeymen: Chapter 1
I don’t like Mondays. The sidewalk seems like it’s pounding against my shoes, and the leaves are blocking my path. I know it’s a Monday because the clouds look like they retain the most color; Mondays I have to come straight home and start next week’s homework. I don’t really mind all the studying or work but there is no one around to even enforce the rule; no one who seems to care at least. I do this frequently, stall my impending return home. Perhaps I think too much, but when there’s nothing to think about, you tend to get anxious you know? All this going through the motions just makes it worse on me. It’s almost like I was homesick but I couldn’t remember what home even was. Something in me is full but undiscovered, simple yet hard to crack. I can’t quite figure out what, so I’ll just chalk it up to the raging hormones I guess. A smack at the nape of my neck can only mean Joseph got out early, as no one can invade a space like he can. Although, he will usually stay after schoo...