You'll never fly until you try

I love that saying. It scares me quite a bit, but it makes so much sense. I decided that life is too short to take no chances and do what I want. As lame as that is, I'm going to take it.
I've missed the first bus, but the second trip will come any minute. I have to finish my story, so I wont be writing here. A part of me was tempted to put it here lol here's a section of it, though. A small happening.

Robert Chance was sitting on his front steps, trying to ignore the fighting within his house. His parents were arguing again, as per usual, and he couldn’t stand it. At this point, the question in mind was why they were together. He was beyond the devastation of a divorce. He just wanted some quiet.

Inside the large, three story Victorian home, a glass shattered. The boy rolled his eyes, and let loose an exasperated sigh. He stood and tossed a glance at the house, and started walking across the expansive lawn towards the side walk.

Robert stopped for a moment and looked at his home. It was large and luxurious. He pushed the white blond curls out of his eyes and a smile spread across his face, knowing that he was never going to return. It was almost comical; the fact that a rich boy going missing was going to cause quite the ruckus.

He stood at the front gates to his home, still able to hear what was going on inside.

“You were down at that god damn barber shop again, weren’t you? I’m sick of your shit, Kate, sick of it!” His father shouted harshly.

“I was grocery shopping for you! You, and your son! You’re the one fucking your secretary, as usual!” She screamed back.

“I’m a mistake.” Robert whispered to himself. “I’m not supposed to be here, am I?” His smile was gone, and he took a step onto the side walk. Nothing here mattered anymore it seemed, because all he did was get in the way.

His figure was bent over in the shadows with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans. If a passer by were to observe him they wouldn’t think it was anything out of the ordinary. He walked down the street straying away from the lamps and stepping over the cracks, a superstitious habit he had picked up over the years.

“I’m never going back there.” He muttered to himself. “For almost sixteen years I’ve lived with that…that shit! I bet they’ll kill each other over whose fault it is that I’m gone. But maybe they won’t even care.”

At that moment the side walk began to crack around him. It screamed with pressure and before Robert could react, it gave way and he found himself grasping at the edge, the rest of him hanging into oblivion.

[All right, buddy, get a hold on yourself.] He tried to talk himself through this incomprehensible situation. [Carefully pull yourself up…] He began to move, but the side walk piece broke off and Robert was falling into a blackness that swallowed his existence.

from the very beginning :P