3 Bright light

The small alarm clock situated beside my bed rings off, with the ring bouncing around the small house.

"Geez! turn the bloody thing off would ya." My father, who's a fairly large man, yells from the couch, most likely waking up more people then my alarm clock would have.

I groaned as I stretched my body for the day to come. I have a feeling that it'll be a long day. Stumbling out of bed, I make my way other to my dresser, grabbing a white tee shirt and cardigan as well as black dress jeans to finish the look. I struggle to get each button in its respective hole, my hands fumbling and moving awkwardly as I try to work with my sleep dazed body. Finally after what felt like years of struggle, I had gotten dressed. Walking out the door I realize that I had almost forgotten my belt beside my bed. The last time I had forgotten it, I was the victim of a panting incident. It was embarrassing to say the least, I can still remember it to this day,the laughs and awkward stares of the student body. Some mocking me, while others experienced second hand embarrassment. I quickly threw the thought out of my mind as I hurriedly grabbed the belt, wrapping it around my hips.

"Finally." I huffed, making my way out of my room. I grab the handle of the stairs, gliding my hand down as I take one step at a time.I end up walking into the living room, sitting there was my older sister Emilia. She looked to be engrossed in her book sending subtle glares telling me not to bother her. Scared of my sisters agitated glares, I decided to avoid her and make my way over to the kitchen. Opening the fridge to find something to lull me over till lunch time, I grab the milk, to then open the cupboards pulling out some forest flakes. I pour them into a small green bowl almost filling it to the brim, I then pour the remainder of milk left in the jug.

"Shouldn't you be eating healthier? Look at you, that junk ain't doing anything good to your body you know." Emilia asked out of concern for the young boys ever deteriorating health.

"I could hardly care, if I die I die. Life is gonna be like that. It's best to enjoy it while it lasts." I answered, already shoving my fifth spoon of surgery goodness into my mouth.

Emilia sighed, probably annoyed by my constant lack of care for anything health related. It didn't matter anyways I was tall, I could eat whatever and stay lanky and skinny. As long as I didn't go overboard, cause if I did then maybe by then unwanted problems would occur.

"Well I apologize but I can't keep talking about my apparent declining health. It's too much for me, plus I have to go to school." I said quickly, hurrying out to avoid another lecture from my sister.

The cold winter air hits me, sending chills down my spine. It was colder than Usual today, most of the time the weather would be light, not too cold, not too hot, just the perfect weather.

I groan realizing how far I would have to walk to get to school, in this trashy weather, I definitely am under dressed but I can't go back unless my sister would kill me with her lecturers.

~Time skip ~

I huffed, finally making it to school. I walk up the marble stairs making my way over to the large wooden doors. I swing them open. I began to walk down the tiled flooring, passing by various people, each whispering as I walked by.

"Hey it's him."

"Isn't he the one who talks to himself?"

"Yeah, he 's kinda creepy isn't he?"

I never let their obsessive thoughts get the best of me. It's better to keep my distance so no new rumours start, they're all false anyway, why care. I'm not talking to myself, I'm taking to Darein and I'm pretty sure he's real. I can quite frankly see him, it's just the other kids who don't, can't help it that they're too snobbish to actually acknowledge a person.

I was actually meeting with Darein today after morning classes.

Looking at my schedule I let out a loud sigh, History and English? God I'm really gonna die. History was always tedious and draining, the teacher would talk in a monotone voice repeating the same facts over and over for us to write down. Occasionallyhe would show us a documentary they were quite interesting, at least it was better than listening to the same thing on repeat.

English was another story. Some days were busy filled with essay writing and reading galore, others had been filled with nothing but sitting and small talk about the current novel we had been reading. Those classes were often the worst, as the whole room would sit awkwardly with everyone making eye contact with the people around them, hoping that someone would say anything to break the silence.

"Brrringggggg!"

The sharp sound of the bell blares off, sending a signal to all students. Almost as if it was on que the once clear nearly empty halls began to become a zoo, as countless kids pushed and prodded their way to the ever so tedious classes they were taking.

I finally push my way through the heads of people, arriving at my history class. I make my way over to the empty seat at the front, plopping my book bag beside my chair. Then I sit and wait, for the small sound of the second bell alerting the many stragglers of their tardiness.

All I have to do now is wait and endure.