365 Days -- Day Two --- 8/29/10

The coldness, wetness, and the wind, did nothing to hurry my pace. The rain still poured, I still walked, and my increasing dread grew stronger, and stronger. I, like most teenagers, did not enjoy going home, but it was highly doubtful that anyone else had to deal with my home life (or any other aspect of my life for that matter). Under my feet, the harsh gravel, turned into soft mud and sunk beneath my feet with a squishing noise. My trepidation grew even more, but this was nothing new. My feet steadily took me forward, as I began to sense the very air’s essence change to pure anger. Instead of being passed out, scavenging for beer, or just in general not home, they were sober, and irrationally angry.