He walks the street, headphones in, shoulders slightly slumped and purpose in his step. Blaring in his years are the comedic voice of Keith and the Girl, an escape from the mundane existence small town Maine calls for. This could be simple if he just got on the bus and skipped the three mile walk home but he cant stand the people he has to ride with and doesn't have any need to get home faster. The three miles let him clear his head without the clutter of high school crap. As with most days his thoughts are concerned with escaping this place. he dreams of big city's and large adventures across the globe but has no idea how to make it happen. College may happen but he doesn't know if there is any way to afford it or if he has the fortitude to withstand a minimum of four more years. Military sits on the horizan as a way out but its a last resort because it seems like high school all over again. As the wind picks up he considers the fact that in two months this decision needs to be made completely. With acceptance letters from the three university's he is well on his way but doubts still linger. He arrives home grabs a snack and logs on to email and www.katg.com. He starts the new Keith and the girl show and his homework. Pretty easy now that its senior year he finishes quick and heads to the fridge for a snack. A couple hours on the computer chatting with friends and surfing through the forums responding to different topics. The parents come home and make dinner. The usual conversations of daily events go by and dinner is soon over. Dad pushes on what the plan is for summer and after while the boy responds vaguely still going over it in his own head. Mom pushes dad to stop pushing and winks to show she understands. They aren't bad parents and the whole family has much better communication than most of his classmates but their is still a age gap that stops them from seeing eye to eye. He heads to bed and quickly falls asleep.
Exaclty at 3:45 AM the phone goes off waking him from a dreamless sleep. Throwing pants on and grabbing headphones he heads outside. A few quick stretches and he starts running. This is his favorite time of the day, the crisp air, no one around and