My room is really nothing special. Just a single bed in one corner. A bookshelf leaning on a white painted wall. And a closet with a dresser inside. Just your normal boring room. As I walked in I noticed something on my bed. A package. From where I don't know. When I looked at the address I couldn't read it at all. I was like chickens wrote it.

I didn't take any chances, so I pushed it off onto the floor. With a thud it landed. I didn't really care how or where it hit the floor all I did was grab my mother's favorite book. One of the first she wrote for me. The History Of Us.

It's a story of how the world started. In the beginning it says that it could save your life but I knew it was fiction. After all that's all my mom wrote. She liked to live in her own world where anything could happen. But she has to live in the real world. I don't know why she doesn't show anyone this story. It's one of her best works of art.

After all everyone is still trying to figure out how the world started but nobody can find a true statement on it. But this book, The History Of Us, one of my all-time favorites, explains what truly happened.

"'You have been chose to read this book to save your life and your world. You see there are people not like you but are very similar in a very small way.'" The book would start. "' You see there are amazing things that you can't see but you can feel. The beat of your heart to the growth of a tree. The rush of your blood to a flow of a river. All of your emotions toying with you. The spark of imagination. All of that relates to the same thing. A soul.

After all, that is what created this world and, if it wanted to, it could take it away.'"

"Red, dear?" My mom asked. "Are you in there?"

"Yeah Mom!" I yelled so she could hear. "I'm in here."

"Your pizzas getting cold. Would you like to join me at the table and we could talk about what happened today?" She asked, and there was no way she was going to take "no" as an answer.

"And that's what happened in school today." I summed up my story.

"I see. Now you didn't start the fight and Mitch...whatever his name was-"

"Rickfond" I interrupted.

"Right, Rickfond," Mom continued. "Started the fight and blamed it on you?"

"Yes." I said with my mouth full on mushroom covered veggie pizza with extra mushrooms. "He did. And it wasn't fair."

We sat there in silence with me just listening to my mouth mushing the pizza into smaller and smaller pieces. Until finally I decided to change the subject.

"Why don't you show anybody The History Of Us?" This was always a fussy subject for her. Only because it reminds her of dad.

"Red, honey, I feel as if I should tell you something but I just don't know how to put it." She said. "It's just- just-" Our conversation was put to a halt by her phone ringing a piano tune. "Sorry, Red. I should really take this." She said. Although in her voice, I could tell that she wasn't so sorry.

The next morning, around six thirty, I got up and decided to go to Scouts house before he left on his big adventure to his job. I got out of bed and went to my dresser. My window was open and a soft breeze creped in through the slight crack. I took a t-shirt, jeans, a towel and took a shower. With the fresh clothes, I felt like a new person.

The cool summer morning wind blew through me red cotton tee as I walked down the sidewalk. Hardly anybody was out so the streets were barely empty. The sun shined down as the trees rustled in the wind. The air smelled of fresh rain on the pavement. Which was the normal smell of the state.

By the time I got to scout's house he was already packed up and loading his things in the car. He had his curly brown hair done in a fancy way so he looked like he was going on a date with a mysterious girl.

"Scout!" I yelled to get his attention. He jumped in surprise.

"Red," he said out of breath. "I wasn't expecting you to be here. What's up?"

"Nothing I just thought that I would say goodbye to my best friend before he left on his big adventure." I smiled. "Need help?"

"Naw. I got it." How about you go inside. There's some fresh pumpkin bread on the counter. Help yourself to some savoring bites." He threw a bag onto the roof of the car. "I might be a while longer."

As I walked inside, I swear I heard Scout talking to himself outside. Possibly a list of things that still need to be done. Scout's mom was sitting at their circular glass table in the middle of the dining room. She was sipping a cup of coffee while she read her posts on Facebook.

"Hi Scout's mom." I said as I walked by. She did a little wave with her coffee cup and sipped some more.

I got some bread and went back out to meet up with Scout.

Scouts car was already gone. And now I was all alone. So I started to walk home alone.

I was really bummed. Scout does this every year and I am left all alone. The question I ponder all the time throughout summer comes back. Why does he never invite me to come along? That way we'll never be apart. I thought. Again. But I usually get over the fact that we have two different lives and that I am just going to have to get over it. HE'S GONE!

I walked all the way home (Alone) and opened the door to a panicked mother.

"OH! Red, you're alright." Mom shouted. "I was worried sick. I thought I lost you like I lost you're-" Her voice trailed off. I could tell by the look on her face that she was talking about dad.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I just went to go say goodbye to Scout before he left." I said. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay." Mom sighed. "Just, just don't do it again."

I nodded in approval. She rustled my hear and left to do...whatever she does. And I went back to my room, to continue with The History Of Us.

"'You just don't get it do you?'" Alex Said. "'Your life is in terrible danger!'"

"'And the threat is?'" Mark asked.

"'I can't say all the horrible things that could come and kill you right on the spot, but trust me if you will. You need to run. They are on their way.'" Alex said.

"Red?" Mom interrupted my reading, yet again. "Your friend Mitch is here. He would like to play with you."

Mitch? At my door? What could he want?

"Tell him to go away!" I yelled. "I don't like him!"

"But he says it's important!" Mom yelled. I sighed and gave up. If I die now then the story will end.

I went outside and there was Mitch, waiting. Why did it have to be now? I was in the middle of doing nothing at all.

"What do you want Mitch?" I asked really, really not pleased with his visit.

"Oh, nothing at all. Just the fact that I'm ganna miss you being at school." Mitch said. HA! You miss me? Very funny Mitch. Very funny. I thought to myself. If Mom found out about Mitch beating me up then I'd never see the word school again. Which is fine by me. But then I'll never see Scout.

"Okay..." I tried to choose my words carefully. So I wouldn't get a sucker punch. "This is kind of odd in a way."

"Well bye." Mitch ran off and I was alone.

It felt like years have gone by. But it was only ten minutes. I was sitting on the couch watching a very pitiful television show. I think it was called 'Pink Panther 2'. I don't know. But I certainly didn't enjoy it. However, I watched it anyway.

When it was over I went off to my room, removed my clothes and fell into bed. Ready for a deep sleep.