The first day ( The Angel)

Do you believe in love ?

Doesn't matter.

How long do you think it takes to fall in love ?

It depends you can't really tell .

- Years, months, weeks or even a second .

No one is really sure.

Well it took me precisely 3months, 2weeks and 2days to do that. There reaches a time when one falls in love it's not something extraordinary it's common and sometimes hurts like a bitch.

One moment I felt so alive and right now so....un alive. .

3months, 2weeks and 2days ago...

*****August****...

..." Wake up ! Wake up you're gonna be late for school " the annoying voice pierced through my eardrums while I was being shaken out of sleep the only person evil enough to wreck my sleep is mom. With my vision still blurry I woke up and sat on the bed trying to piece together what was so urgent that I had to wake up. A splash of cold water on my face and I screamed. " Hey "

" You gonna be late for school your never good with time you know that. " mom smiled and walked out of my somehow messy room.

Like that my precious sleep was destroyed no matter how much I wanted to go back to it I couldn't. " I should have locked the door " I whispered to myself as I stood up to go to the bathroom to clean myself up

Oh wait. . . We haven't met yet.

Hey I'm Troy. Troy Mike. That's right no surname. Mike may be a surname out there, I think, but not in my country but it's okay no one really gives a crap about who doesn't have a surname and who does except old people who like sticking there noses in other people's business. I'm seventeen years and twenty four days old and in my last year or term in highschool it exists me especially that I won't be missing it. All my years of highschool I kept from jumping from one school to another, expelled, suspended for sometime and I refused to go back, moving. So basically I'm a bad kid, mom thinks otherwise. She believes my acts don't define me, the inner me. I even wonder why she's so confident about the inner me, I mean come on I am me. I don't blame her though, she's a teacher/counselor, counselor for kids, suicidal, addicts, runaways and even killers. She's been my teacher/mom/counselor since I was fifteen when it got the better of me, she became one because of me, I think, she says she'd always wanted to be one. So anyway she's my best friend I know, sad right. I tell her everything that happens in my life and it's okay with me. I've always had it rough to socialize, I was always the new weird kid with problems and somehow kids managed to find out my past and I became repulsive some of the reasons why we moved a bunch of other reasons which I rather not talk about.

I think this new school is a new beginning and if not fuck it I've always been a loner plus I'm leaving high school, soon.

I took a warm shower brushed my teeth, and wore a simple short and I moved down to the dining room where my mom was seated. She was in her late thirties but still looked like a twenty two year old well almost, one thing, she was beautiful I envied my dad for that. I was her only so she obviously loved me a lot and so did I. It was me and her.

I headed towards the four-seater wooden dining table square in shape it reminded me of our old dining table which had cricking worn-out chairs, this one was new. I liked it's shiny yellowish brown color. I sat and soaked in the newness of it. New things are always attractive. I usually don't eat breakfast but it pulled me and I couldn't resist. " Why aren't you in Uniform ? " mom asked me.

" I don't want to get food, I have to be extremely smart " I paused "wise right" I continued with confidence. " You do know that you are about to become an adult, right ? " she asked me mockingly . I wanted to say "yeah so I can do whatever I want " but instead nodded my head in agreement " Well act like it " she said a bit annoyed. " Don't worry I'm a boy I don't dress up slowly mom. " she gave me a disapproving nod.

" But Troy..." I stood up swiftly and went to dress up. I knew what was coming.

I reached my room the brand new uniform awaited me on a hanger, obviously mom had put it there. Yap she had cleaned and ironed it for me.

I wore a navy blue trouser, put on a white shirt and covered it with a bus coat and the navy blue tie around my neck. I put on my white socks with blue doll like designs ( I remember it was mom who had bought them, she said she liked the dolls, obviously I hated them ) I concluded my dressing equation with my black and white sneakers or all stars( many refer them to that) I tied my white laces. Back to the head up I combed my hair but not so much it looked a bit messy. I felt satisfied by the time I took dressing up.

I moved down to the dining room where my mom was.

" Oh my. . . 911 there is a handsome man in my house " she said with a smile walking towards me.

"Mom. . . stop it " I said as I blushed.

"Alright, alright you better head to school now. " she said as she fixed my tie.

" And try to socialize make some friends Troy. . . " she was still saying when I cut her off. I hate it whenever she starts that conversation.

" Bye mom " I head towards the door and pick up my bag. I had put their three new books and two old ones, for some reason

" Sorry " she said and picked up her purse and searched through it " But Troy I want you to have this " she got out a silver watch and handed it to me. " It belonged to your dad " she says her voice emotional.

I knew what that was about so I moved close and hugged her. " I will be fine mom" I comforted her. " Alright then you better get going " as she patted on my shoulder I was a bit taller than her which was a bummer those days when I was young small and carriable she'd carry me to the bus whenever it came to pick me up from home to school it was embarrassing then but I kinda miss it.

" Bye mom "

" Bye Troy "

I headed to school. I took a motorcycle to get there early. I didn't get there early though.

I reached the school gate ' Levi's High School ' that's how it read. I checked my watch and it was 7: 50 a.m. I had read about the school program and knew lessons started at 8:00a.m so I had ten minutes to get to class unfortunately I didn't know where it was .

I was lucky though, mom had sorted out everything with the administration the previous week on Monday so my role was to just go the next Monday which was that day and study.

***

I had jst ten minutes to reach class which I didn't no where it was. I entered inside the gate. The gate keeper was an old guy I waved at him, he didn't wave back. " How rude ! " I thought. Not even a smile. But that's how all gatemen are as if they are paid to be gloomy.

" No hospitality at my new school " I thought again.

I stood near the gate confused, I didn't know where to go next. I regretted not coming with mom to check out the school she had begged me but I had refused. Anyway favour was on my side I saw a guy rushing, he entered the gate and increased his speed a little more.

Almost he was the only one outside class at this time so I had to take this chance .

" Excuse me " I said trying to catch up with him. " What! " he said while stopping. " I'm in a rush can't you see "

I knew I had to make it count. " I'm new here "

"So..." he replied while turning to continue his rush. " I don't know my way around school" I swiftly said so that he could turn his attention to me " Well I would help you but I'm late Mr Boring is gonna kill me. " he said still moving forward.

Huh ! I ingnored his confusing words.

" You know you can just direct me quickly then you can be on your way " I said to him.

He stopped and then he sighed " Which class are you then ? " he asked me calmly

" Class B6 " I replied remembering what mom had told me during the weekend.

He looked surprised " Really. . . that's the same' class I'm in."

I smiled and branded myself lucky.

"Come on just follow me." he turned and started moving while I followed him. He was large and his biceps were hard to miss he reminded me of this idea of starting to workout, I've had it for a long time I never comply. I made a self note - today jogging- 6:00p.m.

He guided me through the typical school halls. He looked a bit older than me maybe one or two years older than me maybe even three who knows I couldn't ask a guy his age. I could tell from his bushy chin and just shaved mostache. We by passed different classes and all students seemed to pay attention to whatever crap the teacher was saying. The silence was killing me and seeing a lot of kids gave me chills this is the part I hate about myself.

Finally we reached the class, my new class. At least that's what he claimed as he stopped at a certain door, like all schools this one also had those bright colors replaced every year, two colors to be precise, down cream and up brown a fine line dividing them.

The teacher was inside busy writing numbers and stuff on the board, he dressed like any Math teacher dull colors, big trouser gentle un ironed big shirt pointy black shoes bad haircut or in his case bold head.

" F**k there is even one minute left." the guy with the biceps said looking very annoyed. I easily noted he didn't like numbers but who does, I hate them with a vangency but I don't tell anyone, who would I tell anyway.

" Why don't we just enter." I confidently said trying to enter. He pulled me back " Are you nats? Do u wanna to go to the principal's office on your first day, not that I care but I will also be taken there so just follow my lead, ok " he whispered.

He tiptoed past the teacher and I followed. The guy was a natural as we all sat kids laughed and the math guy turned to the class. " Is there a problem ? " he asked looking around the class. No one answered but I thought I was screwed. I guess the he wasn't that observant he didn't notice us who had just entered moreover we sat at the last raw.( back benchers )

He got out his books and I read " Jerome Andera"

" I'm Troy Mike " realising that he didn't know my name I whispered to him. He nodded then turned to me shocked, " No surname " he whispered. I nodded. He widened his eyes a bit and turned to the board. Ok this was going really well.

After that lesson it was break time he showed me to the cafeteria surprisingly it was clean or maybe not that clean but relating to my former school, oh the canteen was also there. He toured me around the school, the school was huge, We went to the soccer field then to the sides of the laboratory.

Lunch came he again took me around the school and when the lessons of the day where done. At least I had a friend in my new school( though he wasn't a great tour guide) it's bad to start tagging new people by the way. I wanted to tell mon about him but I remembered I was no longer thirteen. But it would surely make her happy if I did.

Of all the things we talked about he talked about his young sister most then the mother. I didn't tell him much about myself, whenever I tell people about myself I seem to become repulsive, I just listened as he talked he was excited, he was seeing his sis after a long time.

Family - I kinda wish I had siblings.

" Bro I gotta go I would've escort you but I've got to pick up my sister ." he said as he rushed outside the gate " Ok bro " I replied acknowledging the ' bro ' tag

When I got out of the school gate I decided it'd be a great idea to walk back home and get to know this area better.

After along walk I looked up as a drop of water had splashed me.

Damn it was it about to rain .

I wished I had got a vehicle, right at the gate lot of them are were there. Big opportunity since it's a day school. I didn't see any around. Luckily mom had put an umbrella in my bag. Drops of rain started coming down from the sky like they had something agent to do down here.

I stopped to get my umbrella and unveiling it was hard, like something had jammed it.

Stupid umbrella. I finally got it to open. I felt a pair of eye on me.

Then, I saw her.

Might have been my imagination but I saw her smile. My heart skipped a beat or two.

She wasn't looking at me, she was looking straight a head from where I was I only got a simple glimpse of her side view water was dripping from her wet spaghetti blouse and from her the tips her hair. She was carrying a small purple pinkish bag too small if you ask me, the ear ring she wore reflected a little bit of light making me want to talk to her, she had a slender body, her wet clothes stuck on her brown skin, highlighting her features I could see every curve from where was. I was a nervous wreck and though she wasn't looking at me I felt as if she watched me at the corner of her eye, I forced myself to walk towards her, she seemed helpless under the rain. Lending her my umbrella would really give me a good first impression. I walked slower than I should have I was a nerve ending.

Before I got a clear glimpse of her face she ran away. I wanted to ran after her but it would be weird. I watched her as she threw those long slender legs.

In a blink of an eye she had gone....

Gone with a little bit of my heart.

****to be continued.....