Beautiful Chaos Darish Sadhis 7A It was the middle of the night, and the forest was quiet. No bugs or animals disturbed the silence. There were no birds, no chirping. His house lay lonely in the vast woods; no other house surrounded him by any chance. He glanced at his surroundings, checking to see if, by any chance, anyone was secretly watching him. “No,” he told himself. Who would be wandering around this place at this time? He got up from the hard maple tree he was sitting on and walked around the woods. His flashlight lay in his hands, shining like the sun on a dreary day. Except, today didn’t feel dreary; it was rather dull. Nothing bad of any sort, just a normal day, but it just felt dull. He now lay far in the woods, not caring about whether his parents were searching for him or not. He just wanted some free time, some peace to think about what had happened so far in the 14 years of his life. Marcus, the young teen who seemed like a nobody to people outside: just a normal boy, a normal lifestyle, normal everything. He wanted to be more than that, way more than that; he wanted to be exceptional, brilliant, talented. He wanted to be like those superheroes every kid once dreamt of, except he knew he was not one of them—neither of them to be frank. His deep brown hair ruffled against the wind; a nice breeze relieved him for a second. He had green eyes, a majestic face, and was rather handsome: in fact, very handsome, to fit his description. A fit boy: not too bulky nor too thin, the perfect blend between the two. His father had brought him up to be a good and strong man in the future. So did his mom. But he just never found interest in it. He just wanted to be alone, not wanted; he didn’t care what other people said. Full Story:
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