I awoke slowly my eyes opening as if i had never used them. Laying in bed, the
warm fiber of the blanket keeping me the perfect temperature as i lay there without a care
in the world. The only thing that is heard in the room is the sound of the wind outside,
the tree branch scatching against the window, that is overlooking the yard that I have
peered out of every morning that I have ever woken up to. Just five more minutes before
I should get up is all I can think of as the feeling of my hands returns to my body.
I turn to the clock and glare at it as the time reads 7:13 a.m. Where is the night that
I have hidden in forever and what has happened to the life which I had once.
I slowly roll over to see the wall that has been next to my bed since my family
has ever moved into this house. A Shrill but meager voice says,
Hey you'll be late for school if you lie there much longer. I turn to see my mother
standing next to the door of the room.
I'll be up in 5 minutes just let me sleep. She leaves the room trying not to
make a sound to let me sleep. I turn to see the clock and it reads 7:23 a.m. I sluff of
the shackles of bed and make my way to the bathroom like i do every morning, but this
morning feels different for obvious reasons. My parents who have lived together forever
have been waging a civil war on each other for the past month and a half. One morning my
father threatened divorce. My mother didn't believe him, and now he's gone. Gone into a
sea of life where anything is possible. The time of life where your dreams can become
reality. My mother keeps telling me that he will never accomplish anything. My father and
I keep close in contact and I know for a fact that he has already bounced back onto his feet.
This just isn't working for me, one day I feel happy like nothing could get in my way, and
the next i feel like nothing i ever do will amount to anything. I have slowly adopted a motto
although a very strange one it does seem to work. "Live sucks but i am used to it.
I turn the corner of the hall and go straight into the bathroom. There i begin my
normal routine brush hair and teeth and then i head back to my room where it is the only place
i can be myself. Looing into my room i notice that it is the same as always, the same posters
on the walls and the same lights on the ceiling. I ,like always, peer out the window into the
almost barren lawn that grows like crazy. My father used to always yell at me to clean it, but
i would never move a muscle until he began yelling at me like he always would when he wanted me
to do something that he was too lazy to do himself. But that was all gone now, no more father
to yell at me and no lawn mower to stare at me with its almost impenitrable, monotonous stare.
Making my way to the bed i found some clothes they are the same clothes that I wore the
previous day but hey who cares I think to myself as i put them on. When I am finally ready to
go something stange happens. The clock in my room started to work again. This clock wasn't
plugged in and hasn't been since i was six. The time when my family was just beginning, the
time when nothing could go wrong, and the time when my parents never fought. The clock was
running, but then i blinked and it stopped. What was that? I just dismissed it and replaced
it to the shelf from where it came.
"you're going to be late hurry up, hon!" cried my mother from the first story of our
house.
I ran down the short set of stairs and made my way to the front door. The bus was
waiting for me like a giant taxi that would take me away from the coldness of the already
monotonous household life.
The bus was normal. The same people and the same look in their eyes as another day
of school was here once again. School was the only refuge that i could take, over the years
taht followed the divorce. Most people that i knew would always look forward to summer but I
was probably the only one that didn't. I had no friends, i would always keep to myself in the
corner of the large yet cozy school. No person would ever say hello and no person would ever
want try to start a conversation. I missed this interaction but i mostly would stay in tune
with my work. I, by most intelectual standards, was a genius. Most people wouldn't believe it
if they looked at me but that was perfect cover for my antisocial behavior. I knew of planets
that most people have never heard of. In this same fact i also could think of a million things
at once and still manage to recieve information from the standard textbooks that were old and
torn up from however millions of years they would use them. I was never tested as a genius,
though my parents always knew that i was. My father would always look at my staggeringly low
grades and would be surprised to think that a genius could be so careless with schoolwork.
Whatever.
My usual day was nothing more than a few classes and a day of staring at the commerce
that was a high school. I never got my liscence knowing that the bus would always be there,
an added expense is not good for a hacker like myself.
I arrived at school about a half an hour later with a drab gothic look on my already
conglomerated face. No person noticed me as usual. The bell rang a moment later and i scurried
off to my first period class what was known as math. I finished learning after the late bell
rang. I closed my eyes on the desk and slept the rest of the peroid from my unusual tiredness.
This was the same with the rest of the day that managed to slip by between naps.
I awoke late from my sixth period class, i rushed out the door of the class and to the busses.
They were gone, and for quite some time now. I looked at my watch and it read 4:23 about 2 hours
after the class ended. Oh my god how did i sleep this long. Usually i manage to wake up when
the bell rings. But this was not the case today.
The rain was cold and soaked my entire frame as i made my way home. The 6 and a half miles
from school to home. I was about half way home when a car drove by and stopped about 30 feet in
front of me. It was a large black car with about 3 people in it. I was frightened when a hand
poked out or a window and gestured for me to come near.
I stood there in shock of who would be gesturing to me. Curiosity got the best of me and
i walked over to the car to find what was needed.
(okay this is only my first but if you could give me feedback of what i should do, is it too soon or
should i just continue with the idea that i had going?)
warm fiber of the blanket keeping me the perfect temperature as i lay there without a care
in the world. The only thing that is heard in the room is the sound of the wind outside,
the tree branch scatching against the window, that is overlooking the yard that I have
peered out of every morning that I have ever woken up to. Just five more minutes before
I should get up is all I can think of as the feeling of my hands returns to my body.
I turn to the clock and glare at it as the time reads 7:13 a.m. Where is the night that
I have hidden in forever and what has happened to the life which I had once.
I slowly roll over to see the wall that has been next to my bed since my family
has ever moved into this house. A Shrill but meager voice says,
Hey you'll be late for school if you lie there much longer. I turn to see my mother
standing next to the door of the room.
I'll be up in 5 minutes just let me sleep. She leaves the room trying not to
make a sound to let me sleep. I turn to see the clock and it reads 7:23 a.m. I sluff of
the shackles of bed and make my way to the bathroom like i do every morning, but this
morning feels different for obvious reasons. My parents who have lived together forever
have been waging a civil war on each other for the past month and a half. One morning my
father threatened divorce. My mother didn't believe him, and now he's gone. Gone into a
sea of life where anything is possible. The time of life where your dreams can become
reality. My mother keeps telling me that he will never accomplish anything. My father and
I keep close in contact and I know for a fact that he has already bounced back onto his feet.
This just isn't working for me, one day I feel happy like nothing could get in my way, and
the next i feel like nothing i ever do will amount to anything. I have slowly adopted a motto
although a very strange one it does seem to work. "Live sucks but i am used to it.
I turn the corner of the hall and go straight into the bathroom. There i begin my
normal routine brush hair and teeth and then i head back to my room where it is the only place
i can be myself. Looing into my room i notice that it is the same as always, the same posters
on the walls and the same lights on the ceiling. I ,like always, peer out the window into the
almost barren lawn that grows like crazy. My father used to always yell at me to clean it, but
i would never move a muscle until he began yelling at me like he always would when he wanted me
to do something that he was too lazy to do himself. But that was all gone now, no more father
to yell at me and no lawn mower to stare at me with its almost impenitrable, monotonous stare.
Making my way to the bed i found some clothes they are the same clothes that I wore the
previous day but hey who cares I think to myself as i put them on. When I am finally ready to
go something stange happens. The clock in my room started to work again. This clock wasn't
plugged in and hasn't been since i was six. The time when my family was just beginning, the
time when nothing could go wrong, and the time when my parents never fought. The clock was
running, but then i blinked and it stopped. What was that? I just dismissed it and replaced
it to the shelf from where it came.
"you're going to be late hurry up, hon!" cried my mother from the first story of our
house.
I ran down the short set of stairs and made my way to the front door. The bus was
waiting for me like a giant taxi that would take me away from the coldness of the already
monotonous household life.
The bus was normal. The same people and the same look in their eyes as another day
of school was here once again. School was the only refuge that i could take, over the years
taht followed the divorce. Most people that i knew would always look forward to summer but I
was probably the only one that didn't. I had no friends, i would always keep to myself in the
corner of the large yet cozy school. No person would ever say hello and no person would ever
want try to start a conversation. I missed this interaction but i mostly would stay in tune
with my work. I, by most intelectual standards, was a genius. Most people wouldn't believe it
if they looked at me but that was perfect cover for my antisocial behavior. I knew of planets
that most people have never heard of. In this same fact i also could think of a million things
at once and still manage to recieve information from the standard textbooks that were old and
torn up from however millions of years they would use them. I was never tested as a genius,
though my parents always knew that i was. My father would always look at my staggeringly low
grades and would be surprised to think that a genius could be so careless with schoolwork.
Whatever.
My usual day was nothing more than a few classes and a day of staring at the commerce
that was a high school. I never got my liscence knowing that the bus would always be there,
an added expense is not good for a hacker like myself.
I arrived at school about a half an hour later with a drab gothic look on my already
conglomerated face. No person noticed me as usual. The bell rang a moment later and i scurried
off to my first period class what was known as math. I finished learning after the late bell
rang. I closed my eyes on the desk and slept the rest of the peroid from my unusual tiredness.
This was the same with the rest of the day that managed to slip by between naps.
I awoke late from my sixth period class, i rushed out the door of the class and to the busses.
They were gone, and for quite some time now. I looked at my watch and it read 4:23 about 2 hours
after the class ended. Oh my god how did i sleep this long. Usually i manage to wake up when
the bell rings. But this was not the case today.
The rain was cold and soaked my entire frame as i made my way home. The 6 and a half miles
from school to home. I was about half way home when a car drove by and stopped about 30 feet in
front of me. It was a large black car with about 3 people in it. I was frightened when a hand
poked out or a window and gestured for me to come near.
I stood there in shock of who would be gesturing to me. Curiosity got the best of me and
i walked over to the car to find what was needed.
(okay this is only my first but if you could give me feedback of what i should do, is it too soon or
should i just continue with the idea that i had going?)