Life was so stressful caving in on me from all sides. I could never find anywhere to lie, for more than a day. People and things were moving, changing, leaving and coming, at a pace all to fast. So, in this fast world I decided to drive. I was surprised I didn't find myself in a world like that of a music video, where the person is standing in front of a highway and the are singing (or playing an instrument) at normal speed, but the cars or people are going by at high speed. I didn't know where to go. so I just drove. Hopping to find a special place. Where I could find myself, and bond alone. And strangely enough, I'm not sure if what I found will do that, or just the opposite

I got out of my car, it was rather crappy by the way, but she was my '92 baby blue Subaru. Come to think of it though it was kind of hard to tell that she was baby blue, because let's face it, I didn't have the money for a new paint job.

So, I stepped out of the car, onto the springy ground, covered in decomposing leaves, the occasional glass shard could be found, from what I assume was so jack ass's booze party, probably consisting of him, and two other friends, Canadian Blue, and Smirnof Ice. The bare trees that were covering the ground around me looked as if they had been through many hard winters.

I don't know where I was, but let me tell you, it sure was beautiful, in a strange, old, quiet way. A way that I was not to well associated with. Since my most comfortable moments consisted of drunken parties, with beautiful girls. (But then again my most uncomfortable moments were the morning AFTER my drunken parties.)

I began to walk, I would have driven more, (hey, it's faster) but the trees were packed to close together. So you couldn't go anywhere, unless you were really looking for something, or in my case, not looking for anything at all. But eventually, I found myself near what looked like a rune. But it couldn't have been, I mean honestly who finds runes these days, especially inside Canadian forests. But what I found was a rune, I think, or at least lots of piles of rocks that resembled what I imagine a rune to look like. So I'm sure you can tell how sure I was that this was in fact a rune. (Not at all)

The stone walls were drawing closer to me, as I had picked up my speed. Soon, I was surrounded me, the dilapidated walls. I maneuvered my way around stray rocks, and decomposing logs. Until I found myself a bunch of rocks that looked like I place were I could sit without having to many bruises the next morning.

I sat myself down and opened my notebook. I was a writer, or I suppose you could say, an aspiring one. I also wanted to be a math teacher. In math, had received nothing lower than 95%s on all of my report cards since the 7th grade. Let me tell you I loved doing math. I tutored my friends, and other people, for my community hours, and had learned to dilate geometric figures by the second month of grade 6. So, I had a pretty good chance of living my dream of teaching math.

Only one thing stood in my way of becoming an author; the right topic. Somehow I could think of a great topic for a story in my head, but when I began to put it down on paper, it never seemed right. I had posted my stories on on-line sites, but I never got reviews. I knew some other people who wanted to be writers, when I told them of my dilemma they told me to write something else. So here I was, totally depressed, and looking for two things; a new idea for a book, and If I couldn't find that, the meaning of my life.

So, notebook in hand, I began to write.