Where do I begin? I don't think I've accumulated so much stuff over the last few days. Unless I did before my amnesia. As I opened the boxes, so many possibilities ran through my head. But I'm way too focused on opening these boxes and praying that the contents help me to rediscover myself.
Box number one; books and comic books. Cool, so I love to read.
Box number two; DVD's of anything from the Prince of Egypt to Doctor Who. So I like to watch tv.
Box number three; Bibles, pictures of angles, and crosses. And I'm religious.
So far, I'm a religious nerd. It's vague, but it's something. But why doesn't it feel right? I don't feel like a typical teenage boy. I haven't found any boxes containing video games, or tools, or manuals on cars. But then again, there are plenty of boxes left to open.
"You plan on eating?"
"Ah!" I gasped, dropping the box of DVD's. My heart started pulsating wicked fast in my chest. "Don't do that, Sam."
"Sorry, you're more jumpy then I remember." Sam walked in, placing a plate full of pizza on the dresser and a can of purple soda next to it. Now that it's there, I'm starving.
"I kind of zoned out for a little bit." I said, walking over and grabbed the plate. The heavenly aroma of greasy, pseudo Italian food made my stomach grumble painfully. If Sam weren't in the room, I'd have both slices gone in ten seconds flat. "Did I collect all these things before?"
"Not really, it's just random things you like."
"I'm a religious nerd?" I lifted up the slice of pizza and chowed down on it. It tasted like a freakin' wet box; rubber, bland, greasy, it was so delicious.
"I guess."
I placed the plate down, wiped the grease on my pants, and grabbed one of the books. The heavy piece of literature seemed unappealing. Then a few ideas came to my head. "Think I can trade any of these for a music book?"
"Why?"
"I dunno." I put the book down, ashamed that I even asked. "I just like music, there's nothing music wise in here."
"Well there's a piano under the stairs." Sam shrugged, pointing under the stairs.
"There is?" I asked, placing the pizza down and shooting out of the room to under the stairs. The piano was shabby as hell; covered in cob webs, broken corners, I don't doubt a few keys are busted and way out of tune.
"It's not bad." No wonder Sam and Dean are bothers. "You play?"
"No, but I want to." I answered, grinning. Running my fingers along the keys, they felt so soft and dusty on my finger tips. I pressed down on the furthest one, the sweet soft sound echoed in my ears.
"I've always wanted to play, too." Sam stood next to me, pressing randomly on the keys. Most of them were way out of tune, but fixable. "Well, not really. So, uh, what else do you want to do?"
"I really don't know." As embarrassing as it sounded, it was true. I feel like a newborn baby; learning how to walk and talk for the first time. "I don't know what's out there, I don't know what my options are."
"Endless, I promise you, you're options are endless."
Oh great, a philosopher.
"Like what? Give me an example. Tell me what you want to do?" I asked, hoping to get some what an idea of what those 'endless options' are.
"Me?" He asked, surprised. "I wanted to be a lawyer, get my degree, marry my girlfriend at the time."
"Why aren't you?"
"I kind of threw it all away once I took this job."
"A terminator?" Yeah, I got my suspicions about this too. Sam wanted to be a high paying lawyer, life some apple pie life. And yet he's taking a terminator job while traveling?
"Yeah, it's a long story and we don't really have time to explain everything."
"Why not?"
"You're overwhelmed enough." He answered, patting my back. "What do you think about school?"
"I don't know, what do you do there?"
"Well," He answered, I could see he was struggling with finding the right answer. I don't think it should be that hard. Would it? "You learn, you discover yourself, get a chance to play in sports, join clubs. Just a whole lot, and don't let Dean get to ya about school."
"Why?" That was a dumb question. I could tell Dean wasn't a scholar, I think he's more of a mechanic, life a fun life freely kind of guy.
"He got his GED, I think. He never bothered to go to college, he took school as a chance to meet girls."
"And you didn't?"
"Of course not." Sam looked away, I could tell he was slightly embarrassed. "Although, college was where I met my first serious girl friend, and I guess that's where I started my job."
"Did you graduate?" Whatever that word was.
"No, I didn't." He's voice grew heavy and depressed, I could hear a lot of regret and disappointment. Maybe this is why he doesn't really like me. "My job kind of prevented that."
"You wish you could go back?"
Sam paused, deep in thought. I can't help but wonder what he was reminiscing about his schooling, and possibly his girlfriend. I could tell he would be the kind of guy that loves school. But if he loved school so much, why didn't he graduate? Maybe something happened between him and his girlfriend. Maybe he couldn't afford it. Finally, he answered;"I never really thought about it."
"Sorry, didn't mean to reopen any wounds."
"It's alright. Oh before I forget, since Dean's taking you out tomorrow, make sure to get some school things. Just don't go over board."
My eyes went wide as he handed me a shiny, gold card with the name 'Gordon Goodman' engraved at the bottom. "A credit card? Sam, I can't-"
"I've got a few others." He interrupted, placing the card on the piano. "Pretty sure I can spare one to my...younger brother."
"Wow. Thank you." I whispered, holding the weightless thing in my hand. So many ideas popped into my head. More importantly, I felt a small light of happiness in my chest. Hearing 'my younger brother', made me feel pretty important.
"Just as long as you're serious about school." His brown eyes looked at me sternly like a father giving his son a raise on his allowance. "You're registered and all set for the rest of spring and summer, you just need the supplies. There'll be sheets at the store, you'll be starting high school so look for 10th grade-"
"Whoa slow down." I thought I was overwhelmed enough! "Say that again, only slower."
Sam chuckled, realizing he had gotten too excited. "You got a week until you start school. Since you're coming in so late, they'll take it easy on you. So don't get all stressed about finals...you don't know any of this do you?"
"I'll get the hang of it soon enough." I answered, still feeling overwhelmed. Then a thought came to me with the card in my hand."If I were to get, like, a music book and a guitar, what would you say?"
Sam paused, I waited for him to say 'no'. I really hope he doesn't. I don't know why I love music so much, it's just as fascinating to me as Dean would be about tall, blond haired waitresses. "Fine, just don't go for the expensive one."
"Thanks, Sam." I said, hoping Sam knew how much I appreciated this. No words can even come close to explain how grateful I am right now. Suddenly, the unpacking and organizing was put on the back burner. More than anything, I wanted to go shopping, find that guitar and start practicing.
"Oh hey, here's your class schedule." He said, handing me a thin sheet of paper. "Math, science, history, english, gym for one semester. I guess, if you want, and I would advise you to do this, take a full load."
"Full load?"
"Yeah, you know, take up extra classes besides the required ones like language and music. That should help get you into the school year."
"There's more than this?" I asked, pointing to the sheet.
"Look through this list." He said, handing me another sheet. This one had lists of extra classes separated in bullet points. "If you find any, just circle and let me know. Pretty sure I can pull a few strings."