Chapter One : The MovingA Chapter by Catheryn Kotaru Shizuhara. 16 Years Old. Average. Disorganized.  "Damn." a voice inside a lonely room spoke, sliding open the sliding doors to find a young boy the age of Sixteen. He had short, black locks that were curled, as well as bright, red eyes that looked tired from waking up so early in the morning. In his mouth was a slice of bread that he had brought out of the kitchen, the room he came out of, and he looked around for something in his living room, the bright place he stepped in right now. His name was Kotaru Shizuhake, an average guy with average grades going to take an average trip to the mountains to visit his parents since it was Fall, and school was going to start in a month. But that's not going to happen right now. Right now, he was at home, looking for his cell phone which could be anywhere in his dirty apartment among the books on the floor and the bags of chips that were scattered about. He was not one who was organized, as you can tell. "Where the hell could it be . . .!!" Kotaru muttered with the slice of bread still present in his mouth, squatting down, rummaging through the books and throwing it over his head. Ring, la, la, la, ring, PICK UP THE PHONE IDIOT! A sound rang, startling Kotaru and making him fall down on his butt, on the books that were sitting around behind him. Well, I guess he knew where his cell phone was now and if you couldn't guess, you would know, seeing him pull out the small, vibrating object from the back pocket of his grey sweats. It was one of those days, wasn't it? "Hello?" He muttered, after giving a look at who called with an exhausted face and rummaging through his hair with his hands as he lay against the wall of his apartment, "Yes, I'm coming mother." Kotaru rolled his eyes at her worried tone. She was always the one to think of the bad things and he wasn't the only one who knew. In the background, he could even hear his father tell her that it was just in her head after her asking if he was alright, and if he was in the woods, lost or something. "Mom, I'm fine." He replied, this time with a "I give up" smile on his face, knowing that nothing would change that part about her and he wouldn't love that woman any other way, "I'm still at home, I'm just getting ready." Kotaru was still smiling, even after she was yelling at him for not getting started on the journey. He knew he missed her and he was quite excited at how he would be coming to their place. It had been 5 years since they left because of the rent and Kotaru could still remember the first night by himself when he cried his eyeballs out. "Yes, yes mother." He replied in a monotone, picking up one of the books from the floor and starting to read it, as if ignoring her words, "I won't talk to strangers, I'll won't get too distracted, and I'll stay away from wolves." Ah, she would always be the same, right? - - - - - After a few minutes, the call ended with a small beep, and Kotaru was once again alone as he stood up, his hands reaching the sky to stretch. Now that he found his cell phone, he was finally able to put it in his traveling bag and after a few rounds around the apartment making sure he had everything, the young boy headed out, just remembering the TV and about the weather-woman who had informed him that there would be some rough rain and a chance of hail. "I can handle some little rain," he scoffed with a crooked smile on his face as he was exiting the city, stepping on the dirt trail, "It won't be that bad." It was the only worry that was stuck in his head, and so with that being pushed out of the way, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and enjoyed the wonderful scenery that he was provided on his way to the mountains.
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