• Drifting, that's what yoshinski was the best at as far as he was concerned... drifting from person to person, wishing to god he will soon find a friend.. Yoshinski was a tall, fair skinned boy, with eyes as blue as the amazing marine sea, and wore clothes that say "sensible chic" but obviously not one single person in his middle school cared about him. He did have friends in elementary school, but middle school? this was a whole different ball game, every week he found himself saying "Good riddance" to one person and "Hello" to another, Yoshinski was sick and tired of how people were treating him, he wanted to end it all... so today was the day, as he came home from school. The frozen rain beating against his umbrella like a drum playing a steady beat "pat-um pat-tat pat-um pat-tat", his phone was vibrating in his pocket, but he didn't want his Mom changing his mind, this was what Yoshinski wanted... he wanted to end his suffering and humiliation. As he came closer and closer to the end, his answer-phone came on, it was his Mom "Honey, you're late home, pick up the phone, we need to talk.... SPLASH that was all that Yoshinski heard of his distressed mother's call as he sank to the bottom of the lake, he felt the air leave his lungs for the very last time, he knew it was for the best, to end it all then. Rather than getting murdered later, then all went black...

    Then Yoshinski's answer-phone came on again, this time it was his dad, trying to find him, oh and if you're wondering how the phone didn't break, that was because Yoshinski put it on the river bank so his family could find him... the message from his dad was both angry and emotive, not like his dad usually "SON IF YOU DON'T COME HOME RIGHT NOW I'M GOING TO PHONE THE COPS, WHERE ARE YOU SON?......
    five minuets later he said "RIGHT I'M CALLING THE COPS" and so the search began.....

    TO BE CONTINUED