If anyone wants to read my writing project for school, then here lol

The highway roared behind him. Somehow, with all the noise and chaos of the traffic, he could still think. He liked the noise, he found it… calming. With the constant sound, you couldn't tell what was what. He came here when he needed a safe place to daydream. Which was almost every day. The days he didn’t… well… they weren’t great. Maybe he didn’t have the time (busy with homework,) or his parents wouldn’t let him leave the house. But the days he couldn’t daydream were bad. Even though the days he could weren’t that much better. Sometimes, (mostly when he was a kid) his parents would worry. They would worry why their child only wanted to be in his own head, daydreaming his life away. But nowadays they don't care. It had become normal, and they worked so much, they couldn’t do anything to stop him from coming here. It was a short ride back on his skateboard. As calming as the cold night air was, he couldn’t help but feel stressed. He stayed out later than normal, about 8 p.m. Was he really out here all day? He wasn’t sure. Even so, with all the stress and worry, one could still find peace. Peace, with the dead weeds growing out of the cracked sidewalk. With the (almost) full moon, and, of course, with the music beating though his body. Even though it should have only taken him 20 minutes to get home, he took his time (taking about 40 minutes,) trying to enjoy the last minutes before he stepped into his house. Before the dread of it all consumed him. He turned the key and slowly opened the door. It was dark and quiet inside. “Hello?” he called out. No one answered. No one was here. He was alone. He signed as he stepped inside. He wondered why he even thought someone would be home. He walked to his bedroom, and dropped his skateboard next to his bed. He sat in the chair next to the door, and put his head in his hands, and started making a plan for the night. Do homework, eat dinner, clean the bedroom, take a shower and then get his clothes for tomorrow ready. “First do the boring stuff,” he thought to himself. Meaning homework, shower and dinner. About two hours later, around 10 p.m, he was finally done. Now it was time to clean. Even though he was a mostly messy person, he liked having a clean room. He loved his room, his parents, however, did not. He loved to collect things like old traffic cones, caution tape, broken signs, and taxidermy. Which his parents hated. Rightfully so, most of this stuff wasn’t even legal. Mostly because of the fact that he kinda stole all of these things. It was almost time. He just had to get ready for school tomorrow. After a bit of thinking, he decided on his black vans (good for skateboarding,) dark brown cargo pants, a brown plaid jacket, a graphic tee with mushrooms on it, and a brown beanie. He then grabbed his favorite olive green messenger bag. It was covered with pins and patches, and a couple of key chains. He smiled at one of the pins in particular, it read “I support the alien invasion, we could use some more intelligent life here,” He then glanced up, and looked around the empty house, and started walking to the front porch. Even this late at night, no one was home. His parents still weren't her. No car was in the driveway. He looked around his neighborhood. It seemed to be too dark. Like the streetlights were too far apart. No one drove by, no one walked by, he looked up. There usually were airplanes flying by, somewhere in the sky. Not tonight. It was so quiet. All the surrounding houses had their lights out. It was starting to creep him out. It looked like some backroom level. Actually, now that he thought about it, it was just like level 9. “Maybe now would be a good time to go to sleep…” He said out loud. As he turned around to head back into his house, he wondered if he heard police sirens in the distance. He paused for a second, then decided it was nothing. It was late, and after all, he still had school tomorrow. THE END