Finally time to go home

Jack left the school and made his way to his car. He unlocked the door and sat in the drivers seat. The parking lot was almost empty now; he spent more time wandering around the school than he thought. He starts the car, pulls out of the parking lot and starts driving home.

He couldn't believe how much had happened in two days. Why had he ever been so timid and scared before he moved here. It's like he was a whole new person living a whole new life. He felt like he woken up from a dream or something. Did his former life back in Maine even matter? In a way it's kind of sad that he 'wasted' 18 years of his life just to start a new one. Or maybe everything that he had experienced before this was leading up to who he is now. Maybe if he never had been scared and self-conscious he never would have learned to love himself and learned how to love other people. Because if you don't have love inside you how can you give it? Not 'love' as in a romantic kind of love. More like being able to talk and relate to people without expectation or judgement, and instead constantly thinking about all the things you want to be, thinking about all the things you could be for others.

At the time it didn't feel like waste. At the time it felt like he was helpless to his surroundings. If he could go back in time with the consciousness he has now, he's sure it would be different. But would it?

Maybe it was pointless to think about these things, they didn't really matter anyway. Maybe it was more important to just focus on his life now and who he's becoming. He can't change his past, all he could do was prepare for the future.

He pulled up into his driveway, Beth was already home. His parents didn't really care if he came home a little later, just that he didn't miss dinner. Family dinner was pretty important in his household, if he wanted to skip it he had to have a damn good reason.

He grabbed his backpack, walked through the front door made his way upstairs.