The bell rang, and the whole school sprang to life, even the old, cranky school custodian had a smile on his face. It was the last day of school before 'Spring Break'!!!.

The students raced to their lockers, happy to get outta' school as quick as possible.
Scott was one of the students. Scott was a very good-lookin' kid; smart, always got good grades, was good in sports, he was popular and well-liked, and both teachers and students were happy to see him in their classrooms. He was someone that everybody wanted to be friends with.....

And there was a 'certain somethin', about Scott, that made him stand out. He had a way of dressing, a certain kind of 'flair', or 'style'. It wasn't like he spent hours and hours about the clothes he wore, and how he looked, he just had a 'natural instinct' of what looked good. Most kids his age didn't care what they wore, but Scott was different. It was just how he was.....

Today he was wearin' a favorite pair of white; ultra-high, hi-tops, along with a light-blue denim pair of jeans. A white leather belt was around his waist. His blue and white striped 'rugby' style shirt went well with his jeans and 'sneaks. The 'royal-blue' base-ball jacket he wore, went along with the rest of his look, and the light blue base-ball cap that he put on his head, matched the jeans that he wore. He always got compliments on how he looked, even his Home-Room teacher, Mrs. Del-Vecchio, told him how nice he looked that day....

Scott collected some books from his locker, and stuffed 'em into his back-pack. He was gonna' take some school-work home over the holiday, and maybe get a jump-start on some future assignments. Other students and friends stopped by to chat with him, he was a very popular kid....

Scott usually took a school-bus home, but today, as he left the school, he just felt like doin' somethin' a little different. It was a beautiful, 'Spring-like', day, and he got this 'urge' to walk home. Scott motioned to the bus driver that he could start-off, and some of Scott's friends who were already on the bus, were a little sad and disappointed that Scott wasn't joinin' them. They waved and yelled 'see-ya' greetings!', to him and Scott yelled and waved back.

The bus took off, and Scott stood there, wonderin' about his next move. He could walk home, just usin' the side-walks and city streets, or he could take the path that went through the local 'forest preserve'. The path through the woods would be a bit longer, but Scott thought it would be a lot more pleasant, and more fun to walk through the woods; he hadn't taken the 'woods-path' home in a long time.... And it was such a nice day!

Scott decided he was gonna' take the path through the woods, and he didn't know it now, but it was really gonna' change his whole way of life....