.::I’m simply arrogant it’s my specialty. ::.

Colton gazed up at the stars, his green-blue orbs reflecting the twinkling stars above. He remembered doing this with Kolette so long ago. They hardly spoke now, ever since he dropped out of High School. His parents barely noticed him too. He was just arrogant and he never used his head. He wasn’t stupid, and maybe one day he would go to college to chase a dream he hadn’t yet discovered. Maybe he’ll become a doctor or a layer. There were so many possibilities for him out there. He was just too afraid to jump. A large red star winked above him and a grin spread across his baby-like face. That’s Mars. He knew the sky fairly well, but he just couldn’t quite remember what the people who looked at stars were called. Were they called Sanitarians? Were they called Attorneys? It starts with an A. I know it.. He looked up at the winking red star again. It belonged there, but he didn’t belong anywhere.

Colton then realized the truth. He had never belonged anywhere. When he was sick, he didn’t belong in a healthy society. He was the sickly one, the runt. When Kolette was born, he was the dumb one, the boy. He wasn’t anything special. He was just a dumb boy. Was that it? Did his parents think boys were that stupid? Obviously, but wait. His dad is a man. He’s awfully smart, but he’s still a man. Colton was a boy, and too his father, it seemed he always would be. He remembered the Christmas Card his father gave him last Christmas. Don’t know how you’re doing, boy, but make sure you use your head. Why don’t you act more like your sister? Colton’s head was throbbing now, the cool crisp night air giving him breath. He stood up, looking around and then when nobody was there, he went and walked back across the field and into the alleyway near his apartment. He’d have to confront them soon, but all he wanted right now was a cool glass of water and a night on the town. He climbed the fire exit stairs and went up into his room.

As he emerged into the room, he saw the cluttered mess he had left over the week. He shook his head with shame, grabbed a dirty jacket off the floor and shrugged it on, taking a cool drink of water from the sink. He grabbed his car keys and went back outside. His red Ferrari was parked under the garage-like shelter. Colton had used up all his college money for the Ferrari and that’s one of the many reasons his sister and parents barely spoke to him. He pulled himself in and started the engine, the hum of the engine like a beautiful music piece in his ears. He looked at the street signs, wondering where he should go. Maybe I’ll just go to the steak house and eat, or something. He followed a long, winding road and soon he got to something that wasn’t the steakhouse. It was a fast food resaurant, but for whatever reason, he felt like this was a place and he needed to be here…

.:: It’s strange how right this feels right now ::.