Holt pushed up his glasses as he walked down the local streets of his neighborhood in northern California. He breathed in the cool air, relieved to be outside again. There was something about it that was so liberating compared to the confines of his room. A voice in the back of his head started nagging about how his mom was going to have a fit when he got home, but he pushed it aside; he would deal with that when he came to it. Right now all he had to worry about was making this last as long as possible.
Two men sat on the steps of a house across the street, watching Holt go down the street during a lull in their conversation. The 15 year old boy casually walked with his hand slipped into his pockets. He was wearing a blue button up shirt with sleeves that rolled up to just above his elbows and open to reveal a plain red shirt underneath. His faded blue jeans were rolled up at the bottom so that they were just resting on the top of his yellow converse sneakers.