A Run Without Cause

The wind blew against the trees through the night. Ryan Simmon's parents were busily throwing books and clothes of his around his room. Frantic to find any drugs their son sould be on.
"Ryan, please, we're here to help. Just tell us what you're on." His dad pleaded to him.
Ryan folded his arms and leaned against the wall. "Dad...I'm not on drugs...the school...everyone is changing. We have to stop it. Please...you have to believe me." He pleaded, his green eyes locked on his father's.
"Look son, I'm trying to help you. But making up these crazy stories isn't going to get you anywhere. You're seventeen-years-old, you should know better."
"DAD!! I'm not on drugs....!" His son proclaimed.