1 Normal everyday life

When you wake up. Do you realize where you are or do you have to remember where you went to sleep.

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Monday; it was a calm day but there was a wind that blew above the trunks. Making the leaves travel back and forth.

Cameron studied the weather. His expression wore an unsatisfied gaze as the cold attached to his skin. He wasn't dumb though, so he knew that as soon as the sun shines over the ever flat land the cold would go away as if it never happened.

He then returned to the RV and unleashed his dog as if it was second nature to him. Never happy about his life or restrictions and never able to do anything. He prepared for school and waited for his brother to wake up.

On the way to school Cameron's brother Dylan asked if he could go to the gas station to buy an energy drink. His brother couldn't live without them for whatever reason.

Seeing the wheels on the cars spin made Cameron sick. He hated Monday. The start of the week. The start of work. The constant orders and feelings of repetition made him feel alone and void.

When he walked up the stairs to school he always felt that something and anything could make the day worse. So he prayed that the school day would go by terribly.

He was never lucky. With women or with just general luck. God would most likely do what he didn't want.

Walking through the door he already found something wrong with his day. Sitting on a cheap plastic chair for students was Cameron's history teacher coach Robinson

"Good morning."

"Good morning." Cameron didn't want to say anything else and he didn't need too. For both of them were men without many words.

He then went on his normal schedule seeing his friends that were sometimes the complete opposite of him. After conversing, the bell rang and school started on its daily schedule.

After school he was picked up by his dad. Sometimes Cameron was picked up with both his parents. After school he would go play games on his phone and do the only exercise that would make him feel like a normal human being, push ups.

If he was lucky he would only have to take the dogs out. Then at night he would text his friend and push out self created poems. He liked literature and math. Every new piece of information was important and inspiring to him.

But he knew that knowledge would be his enemy. Both the knowledge of the world and how small of a person he is makes him want to fall asleep forever.

He hated almost everything. From his hands to his feet he felt inferior. He can never be the best and he could never win.

Cameron went to sleep with the same thoughts that he always had. That tomorrow would be a pain.