1 Throne

As the bell rings for the end of school, my childhood friend Thomas approaches me at my locker and has a very concerned look on his face. "Hey what's up man? Something wrong?", I say while closing my locker. "Dylan meet me tonight in the forest behind your house at 10. At that big stone rock we would always hang out at as kids." He says quietly. I put my hand onto his shoulder, "Alright, you got my cell I hope you remember. If you need to talk, give me a call okay? I'll see ya at the rock tonight." "Yep." He says as he walks off towards the buses.

"Thankfully I don't live too far from school, maybe 30 minutes or so, so I just walk home. Though I'll admit, it's a little worrying due to the dense forest around our little town of Sashille." I say to myself. While walking home I kept glancing around at the trees because something seemed off about them. I just couldn't put my finger on it. I end up shrugging it off and continuing my way home.

Once I reach home I say hi to my mom and go upstairs to lay my bag on my bed. When I got in there I realized that something had changed, my whole room was rearranged. I shouted downstairs to my mom, "Did you do something too my room?" My mom yells back, "No? I haven't rearranged that room since you were a kid." Being that I'm 18 now, she's right. Around the age of 10 this room was a place of my own, posters, arrangement of dressers, even the paint was mine to change.