(I'm sorry everyone, a long with age, changed things and only now I return, with a new beginning for our hero Anubis. Please check out "The One Thing I Shouldn't Be")
Dad, a three lettered word meaning the person that raised you, one that of love, being related or not.
Zach and his dad were fishing for once. Zach insisted they would, no matter how much his father told him how cheesy it was.
They shared a special bond together, until tragedy struck. They soon discovered that there was a freshwater crocodile lurking in the lakes depths, when it snagged the line of father's rod pulled him into the deep.
It was a devastating event, Zach felt alone once more as called out for help, father screaming and the lake bubbling. His heart raced, tears dripped down his mortal face until soon, the screaming and bubbling stopped. He just stood there, frozen in the fear that rooted into self.
He felt as he was drowning, he didn't know how to respond; he didn't want to lose another dad. But fate always brung him further and further away from family. Since his death, Zach kept his last name, Bishop.
His school grades plummeted, he went from the best kid, down all the way to straight Fs. His teachers would keep trying to encourage him, but he would only wave them off and go to the next.
He was constantly asked to join a sport or invited to join a club after school, which he shrewdly rejected them. Students would try to reach out to him, one by one they failed.
Everyone eventually started to turn their heads the other way, almost ignoring him, sometimes telling him to just move on. After school he'd sometimes be assaulted by bullies. He felt it cliche, but when you are most vulnerable, sometimes people can't help themselves.
He'd come home black eye'd and limping. Mom would try to help, but he would shrug it off and say he was fine and go to his room.
Zach would lay in his king-sized bed, which squealed as it moved. He has given up. He became a highschool dropout. Therapist after therapist, his guilt started to melt away and became more agitated with every day. He finally became stable.
He eventually got an apartment, barely scraping by in New York as a waiter in a fancy restaurant. He has grown up.
He woke up to the ringing of the landline phone. He groaned, his eyes felt heavy. He rubbed his face and forced himself off his bed. He trudged over to the phone across the room, his blanket slipping off his lean body, revealing his boxers.
He unhooked the phone and put it to his ear to it.
"Heeeeey Zach- now before you hang up, I know you are a busy guy with whatever and you aren't in school, but why not and come on down to the graduation it would mean alot to me."
Zach didn't respond, it was his old friend before the incident. His name was Jackson. He only listened.
" Yeah… But just think about it, think about it." Zach didn't know, he was such a jerk when he was in school, he didn't quite think it would be memorable moment. He hung up the phone.
His mind drifted back towards the old memory, which seemed to play out only worse. He shook his head then thought about ahead of today.
He walked over to his drawers next to the phone, there was his room key, locker key and his wallet. It was a work day.
"That's right." He muttered and opened the drawers, pulling out clothes to wear. He gets dressed, leaving a pile of dirty clothes below him. He wore black jeans and a white and black detailed shirt, which was a mix of chaotic graphics and worn a grey hoodie.
He swiped his wallet and locked key and put it in his pocket. Then took the room key and headed out the door. He locked the door after and put it in his pocket.
He walked through the hall, eventually making his way to the stairs which he walked down. He made his way out of the apartment area, walking down the constantly swept street of New York.
The air was a musty fog, the streets were of busy people and the constant sounds of cars rolled by. At times like these he wished he could fly or run across rooftops to avoid all these people.
He instinctively looked sharply at his surroundings, it seems that something provoked him to be on guard. He eventually made his way across streets and cross lights to reach work, it was a fair sized place. It seemed to radiate it's color, pink. It had a fancy title jagged title. He'd never have applied if it hadn't been for his latest therapist's suggestion.
"Take any job you get, the more the people, the better." He said.
He walked through the doors and immediately the smell of mint filled his lungs. Yes this was his job, which he rather hated. A waiter at a fancy and popular restaurant. He walked over to the employee's room, he would go in and headed to the lockers.
The room was a splash of colors, as well as many colorful individuals. He was rather happy to see that the one lady Leena wasn't in the building, she would constantly try to improve his mood, which his mood was just fine.
He reached in his pocket and pulled out his locker key, then.
"Hiya Zac!"
The sudden volume made him toss his keys up in surprise. He caught his keys, aggressively stuck it in the keyhole, immediately hating the high pitched voice of the fiend, Leena.
"So how are you Zac? Ready to make this the best day ever? You have amazing eyes, have I ever told you that? Did you know that the Alligator has the strongest bite known to man? Oh wait sorry, didn't mean to hurt you! Anyways would you come over to my house, we have dip!"
While she spoke, Zachrai started to dress up in a tie dyed shirt, neon green coveralls. He put his normal attire into the locker closing it.
"Yeah whatever."
She beamed at Zachrai's response and immediately bursted.
"Oh yeah! I'll see you tonight, 6:00pm tomorrow."
Zachrai rolled his eyes and went to his post.
