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.
His father threw down his arms and looked over to his wife. "I don't know what to do with him Mary-Ann."
Ryan's mother sighed and walked over to the door. "I dont know about the so-called...monsters in school, but you better straighten up, or your going to find yourself somewhere you don't want to be."
Ryan sunk down into his unmade bed and groaned. "I knew you wouldnt believe me." He mumbled. "Just go, there's nothing you can do for me...."
As he protested, his parents left and went along their way. School tomorrow would be his last before he ran away