Author Notes: I am going on Vacation in 4 days, but no worries next chapter should be up tomorrow or later today. But after that it will take a while for I don't know if ill get internet connection but I will certainly get time to write. So after I come back I should have a lot of chapter waiting to upload. I am uploading fast now but after my vacation im thinking every week. :) Hope you like it

Song to Listen to while Reading: Airplanes by B.O.B ft. Hayley Williams

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Lee

Serenity

Chapter 1

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky

Are like shooting stars

I could really use a wish right now

Wish right now, wish right now

You know that feeling you get when things are finally going your way. Like nothing or no one could stop your plans. Is that feeling that fills your heart with so much happiness, and fills your head with so many ideas, and possibilities. Is that feeling you get when you got the present you wanted for Christmas, or that grade that you had to work your butt of for. Well for me, that feeling came with only one thing the end of the school year. No more teachers, no more annoying bratty kids, no more essays, and definitely no more Harndolf. The one woman who can make the happiest of Teens miserable, she can make a flower crumble just with a stare, and she can make the sunniest of days into a windy, dangerous storm. Well maybe that was a hyperbole, but if you meet her that will pretty much be the idea you will get. Well at least I think you would.

See is the type of teacher who has to have that one student in her class to pick on, now if you where a university teacher I would personally not bother to even remembers my students name since classes are by the hundreds. But her, oh well she is something.

It had started the very first day of class. I had been around campus playing some football with some friends. The game had gotten so intense and so had the odder, that if I were to go to class id say I'll be the only one sitting in a row or 'rows' to be more specific. Therefore being the gentleman that I am, and respecting the limited personal space allowed in a campus classroom, I went back to my dorm and took a well needed bath. Sadly my math skills had been tired out, during my morning studies that I had miscalculated my timing making me arrive about 15 minutes into the discussion.

Now any other normal person would let that slide, since after all it was the first day of school, never the less college. But not her, she made me stand in front of the class and say my opinion as to why many readers in the world choose to read fiction as to nonfiction. Now that was not the hard part, the hard part was the fact that my answer was so good she decided to give me extra work for some unknown absorb reason.

Throughout the entire year I had to stay up writing essays, reports, even stories. Now I am no one to never give up, and since I enjoyed writing so much I had decided to put up a fight and do every assignment she had given, me that much better. I knew my papers where good, excellent even, no one in freshman year could have write the way I could. But she, she hated that idea. Luckily for me the school year was over, and I didn't have to see Ms. Harndolf for a very long time.

I had fiercely ran to my dorm, up the stairs and right through the door that held a few boxes, and three bags full of clothes.

"Alright Troy I understand that you want to get out of here fast, but please you almost gave me a nose bleed" my roommate Mathew said as he held his nose between his fingers looking into the mirror trying to see if I had caused any damage.

"I'm sorry dude, but is finally here, the day I been waiting for is finally here, no more assignments, no more annoying rich kids, and most of all no more ! I can't believe it"

I had never been quite excited as now I have to say. And I knew Matthew knew it as well for he was squirming in my arms as I had run up to him and given him such a strong hug. Not one of those manly pats in the back hugs, but more of those "I am so strong that I am able to pick you off ground and jump like a girly girl in the middle of a huge sale" kind of hug.

"Okay man if you don't put me down right now I am fieling for sexual harassment" he managed to say as he fought me of, and tried to straighten his now wrinkled shirt.

"Dude I get it, Handoff made your life miserable but come on it wasn't that bad" he tried to reason.

"Don't you get it, having to be inside this room during weekends working my butt off to finish a paper, even though I had been invited to so many parties. Having the librarian know so much about me because I had spent so much time at the library. And let's not forget, dealing with a grayed hair, wrinkled skin, bad breath, no life, most likely never been laid. 55 year old woman. Yeah it definitely wasn't bad." I started to boil, and even though Mathew knew better than to get me mad, he never back down from a challenged.

"Hey man I get it, life has not been sweet sunsets and sunrise for you. But that still doesn't mean that we all haven't had to go through our fare share of mishaps and shit. I mean, I missed out on a lot of party's heck even girls, just to finish some assignment. So please don't just think about yourself, think about others too."

"Alright, Alright I get it, but that still doesn't explain the fact that I had to work my butt of to stay in this campus, to maintain all I have earned. Compared to me you're all just little babies who sat there while mommy and daddy did everything." I blew, is not that I wanted to, it's just my mechanism.

"Yeah right, because everyone here has parents with money. Im right there with you Troy. Why don't you open your eyes and realize that the world sometimes has the same issues as you. You think that just because a teacher decided to pick on you, we should all get down on our knees and prize the ground you walk on" He was fuming. I knew he was starting to get really mad, just as I knew that he was right.

"It's just, it's tough being me having to deal with everything and having no one to be there and understand." I sighed; it wasn't worth fighting if I knew I was going to lose.

"Look man, the world will always give you a bunch of crap and you can only choose what you want to do with it. But sometimes you can't do shit, but the fact of the matter is that we can't all just feel sorry for you, and you shouldn't either. Try opening your eyes wide enough to realize that you aren't the only one with problems, and more importantly that is not bad to be wrong once in a while. It's what makes you human, what makes you that more relatable. You wasted time doing those so call "unnecessary reports", so why not take your now precious time and try to see how the world reacts to unfairness, and how it deals with bitchiness. Maybe that way you might actually learn that everyone understands."And with that I was alone, Mathew had walked out the door very disappointed and I, I didn't blame him.

"Now honey are you sure you want to do this, I mean it's a big deal" My mother tried to rationalize.

"I know it is mom and that's why I want to do it. I have had a lot of thinking time on the drive back and I want this, I- I need this" I hesitated a bit, but never the less talked strongly about my plan.

"Son, I can honestly say that this is the most obsorbed and idiotic idea you have ever had, and trust me we have had a fare share of them." My father said in a disapproving tone.

"I know dad I know but just – "I wanted to defend myself, but shortly got cut off by my father.

"No listen troy, it is an obsorbed idea, and I know most parents will disagree with it, just as I want to do now but I trust you fully. You might of done some not so great things when you where a teenager, but this, this might just work. This might just be your wakeup call and I am just glad that you're taken matters into account" My father said with a smile "Your mother and I are proud of you, believe it or not" he laughed heartily.

And with that I knew I had permission.

I had up to a year to make myself a man. A man who no longer complained about his life but would rather be grateful, a man who took someone else advice instead of fallowing his selfish heart. And maybe, just maybe a man who would change for the better, day by day he travel the world.

And that man, goes by the name Troy Bolton.

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