• A busy street...
    A warm summer sun beats down on the hustle and bustle of a town still young...

    Among the banging and ripping of the long arms of construction equipment, friendly voices exchange ideals and experiences. Opinions and dreams are shared over cups of coffee on a strip that seems... just a little out of place. Family owned businesses seem to rule the economy here, and with good measure. This town seems like the kind where knowing everyone is important. Smiling faces are lost easily in the masses, with men and women of all colors and ages walking up and down the busy sidewalks of this suburban paradise. It seems to flourish with young life.
    One such of these faces, is none other than seventeen-year-old, T.J. Rockwell.

    Normally, on a day such as this, T.J. would meet with his friends at the small coffee shop just off his high school campus. Come to think of it, many of the finest things this town has to offer seem to rest just a stone's throw from the school campus. Every life pumping through the vein-like streets seem to poor in and out of the buildings shadow, each with their own dreams and aspirations. The school made them all possible. The school was quite a remarkable feet of architecture as well, and arguably was the beating heart of the newborn town. It is here that T.J. spends most of his hours, wasting all of the precious resources at his disposal. To some, Perry Academy is a beacon of bright futures. For T.J., It was just a prison with a nice bow on it.

    Walking towards a quaint strip of family-owned businesses, T.J. allows himself to get lost in the aromas whisked away from their respective homes by the gentle breeze... The blue sky gives his heart a refreshed feeling, as the warm wind caressing his skin only assures him the emotion is genuine. The trees were decorated with delicate pink flowers, each one falling apart with even the lightest touch, and any fool could see they were plotted carefully along the street's edge. Thoughts of deep respect fill T.J.'s mind. The city planner must be one hell of a man...

    It wasn't much of a walk, now. The Kuharilla's coffee shop lied just around the corner. The brown trimming on the seemingly wood and glass structure radiated with the heat it saved from the day in it's dark hue. The sign above it simply read, "KoolBeans: Coffee House."
    As Tyler James Rockwell begins across the street, a squeal of restraint echoed across the fresh-black pavement.

    This is a very lively town.
    Life can be found literally everywhere.
    In the wind, the trees, the people...

    Everywhere except T.J. Rockwell.