Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2007 22:21:44 -0500
From: Dylan <dylan49@gmail.com>
Subject: Running Away

Hi everybody!

My name is Jonny, some of you may have read some of the stories written by
my twin, Dylan, but this particular story is my first attempt at
writting. I would love to hear some opinions, just send them to my brother
at Dylan49@gmail.com as we share the account.

Running Away - Chapter One

	Late in the night a young boy of only 16 sat up in his bed, daring
not to move a muscle as his ears strained to hear what his parents were
discussing downstairs. His entire body shivered as the air outside streamed
in from the window, freezing his young frame to the core. Still, he sat
perfectly still in silence, and finally heard "Well, it's decided then,
tomorrow we will take him to the academy." This was all he needed to hear,
instantly he sprang out of bed and the pale moonlight revealed his
beautiful white skin, his bright red boxers, and his innocently blond
hair. It had all come about because lately he had been distracted, not by
girls, but quite the opposite. Lately, he had begun to notice all the boys
that surrounded him. Unfortunately, all this "noticing" had dramatically
affected his academics, and thus, his parents had now resolved to ship him
off. Suddenly, the door to his room opened and in peeked the head of his
father. "Oliver?" He asked into the darkness of the spacious bedroom. "Um,
y-yeah dad? I really have to go to the bathroom and I'm tired so... do you
need anything?" Oliver spoke quickly and pretended to be groggy. "No,
nothing son." and with that, the door closed, and relief spread through the
16 year old's body. As his clothes flew into the small duffel bag that lay
at the foot of his bed, he felt tears start to form in his eyes as he knew
that that would have been the last time that he would see either one of his
parents. Ever since the day that the academy recruiter had come, he had
planned to leave before being sent away. All too soon the bag was full, and
Oliver had to admit that he had even packed some luxuries that he wouldn't
he able to afford anymore. After the light in the hallway flickered and
died away, he crept out, down the stairs, and to the front door. He took
only enough time to drop the note explaining to his parents that he would
rather live on his own merits (even though he himself thought he had none)
than be shipped away.

	Oliver began walking, not really sure where to go, not really sure
what to do. Before he knew it, his watch began beeping that it was almost
5:00 in the morning. "Crap" he muttered as all the exhaustion of the
night's walking caught up with him, and his slender legs, shaped by years
of soccer and swimming, began to give way and buckle at the knees. Even
Oliver's iron will that had convinced him to run away, conceded to the
feeling of exhaustion that racked his petite body. He began removing the
small blanket that he had packed and he noticed that something had fallen
out of his duffel. He bent over and picked up the little giraffe keychain
his parents had bought for him when he was five. His moment was cut short
though as soon after he felt something press against his backside. "Give me
the bag." A gruff voice said behind him. Oliver jumped, shocked that
someone had crept up on him. "P-please don't hurt me." He pleaded. "Give me
the bag." the gruff voice repeated. Oliver threw the bag as far as possible
and immediately took off, running as fast as his already tired legs would
carry him. He ran for a good three minutes before his legs finally gave up
on him, and he fell, scraping his shirt and a little bit of his side on a
log along the road. He felt the tears again welling up, but quickly pushed
them down, he had never known hardship, but he was not about to begin
crying just as he started his self-initiated adventure. With as much
strength as his muscles could give he carried himself to a small shack he
found near a house. Feeling exhausted, he plopped down onto the wooden
floor and allowed his tense body to relax against the wooden support of the
shack. He had been out in the world for less than 4 hours, and already his
beautiful green eyes were dulled with the pain of exhaustion, and his side
hurt from his scrape which was bleeding. With a sigh, Oliver let his head
fall to one side, and fell asleep.

	"H-Hey! You okay?" Oliver felt a hand shaking him. "Are you okay?"
the blurred figure above him asked. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few
times before his situation flooded back into his consciousness. A young man
of about 18 stood above him, looking down at the young blond boy had just
found in his shed. "I-I-I'm sorry! I uh...  fell asleep, I'll go..." Oliver
turned, looking for the duffel he had packed, only to remember how he had
come to end up at the shack. He did however, find the little giraffe
keychain, it seemed to be the only thing that he had managed to hold on
to. As he stood up, a sudden sharp pain hit him, sending him back onto the
floor. His hands clutched his side in pain, feeling the dried blood from
his wound. "Whoa, you okay there?" The man asked him.  "I... uh, I'll be
fine." Oliver tried to stand up again, straining not to yell out at the
pain he was experiancing.  Again irony struck him, in his old life style,
he would never have had this problem, and in the event that he did injure
himself, his parents would have gotten the doctor to come in the area and
see him. Still, here he was on the floor of a shack, cluching his side in
pain. "Here, come inside and I'll help you." The young man practically
lifted Oliver up off the ground. "You're pretty light aren't you?" He said,
sounding somewhat amazed.  Quietly Oliver took to the man's tending, taking
off his bloody shirt and wincing as the man began wiping the area clean of
dried blood. "It looks like your pants are pretty dirty too, want me to
throw them into the wash with your shirt? I have an extra set of clothes
that may be a little bit big for you, but they'll do." He offered, before
going into what looked like a bedroom. He came back with a set of clothes
that seemed to radiate with comfort, and so, Oliver conceded, and went into
the bathroom to change. As he walked out he could see the man forcing
himself not to burst out laughing. He must have looked strange, a young boy
dressed in clothes that were so big that his shirt hung off to the side and
revealed almost all of his left shoulder. Oliver felt his pants slip down
occasionaly and quickly dispatched a hand to pull them up. He handed his
clothes to the man, who identified himself as Jesse, and sat down on the
nearby couch. "So, where do you live?" Jesse asked, walking into the
kitchen and returning with some food. "You look like you haven't eaten
breakfast." He added, and quickly held up a slice of fruit to Oliver's
lips. "Um, yeah, thanks." Oliver took the fruit, taking only a bite, before
saying. "I uh.. don't have a home, or family." Jesse looked thoughtful
before speaking. "Well, would you like to stay here?"

_-_-_-_End Chapter One_-_-_-_

Thanks for reading! Please write me comments if you liked it, or have
suggestions!