Fifteen-year-old Waylon didn't want his life to change. Who needed change? His life was perfect: he had normal grades, he was a great left back on the soccer team, and his family life was mostly normal. Change was the last thing on his mind.
But one day, things changed, and not in the way he expected.
One night, after Waylon's family finished dinner, he remembered somthing. "Mom, I think I left my cello in the car, I'm gonna go get it." he called, grabbing his dad's car keys.
"Okay honey, be careful, don't get kidnapped or anything," she called back from the living room. Waylon's mom was extra paranoid about these things, probably because of all those crime shows she watched.
"The car is literally just outside. I'll be fine." Waylon called, rolling his eyes. As he walked closer to the door, the quieter his mom's voice became.
