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Chapter One

The day started as it usually did. Groggily, Jess leaned over to hit the drowse button on my alarm clock. He was so tired because he had been doing 30 minute a workweek at work lately and he was n't sleeping well because of his home lifetime. Add in school and the homework that came along with it and it was midnight or later by the sentence he got to bed."Who invented these things anyway ? ”, he thought as he climbed out of bed.

Showered and dressed, he went downstairs to get some breakfast."Hi Jess ”, his buddy and sister said to him, almost in unison."Hi ”, he replied back. After eating breakfast, he went back upstairs to brush his dentition. Then he came downstairs again and went to see his mother. Jess always went to his mother 's elbow room and said"honest dayspring"to her before leaving for school. Why he still did, he was n't certain. He had become so remote, there was no real connection left."Probably just out of use ”, he told himself. He kissed his mother goodbye and then left with his sidekick for school.

In the car, he and his brother did n't tattle much. It was n't that they did n't like each early, but Jess and Luke had very little in common these days. They had different friends, Luke being to a greater extent of a societal butterfly ; different tastes in euphony, Jess listened to more impenetrable metal and Rock, while Luke was more into the pop euphony scene ; etc ... Once they got to shoal, that was it. The car ride there was the most prison term they spent with each other in a day and whichever one was n't driving that day just stared at their speech sound the total ride.

Everyday he dreaded going to shoal. highschool school day had never been"as promote"to Jess. He was a loner, an castaway. He had not even a handful of friends, everyone knew everyone, but that was about it. Recently he had been feeling More and more dispirit, his intellection sometimes turning to suicide. habitation life was ... well it was n't a home base anymore ...

"Good morning Mr. Knight ”, said his homeroom instructor, Mr. Toer."Morning ”, Jess replied back. He took his rear and started on the prep he did n't finish terminal night. mathematics was a particularly difficult subject for Jess. He was just one bad rank away from failing the topic for the semester, but at this full stop that was the last thing on his mind. Staring at the blank tack of paper in front of him, his creative thinker started to weave."What am I even doing here ? I have no purpose, no desire, no happiness. If I decided to just run away today, will anyone care ? Will my parents notice if I 'm not there ?"The campana for the end of homeroom rang, jolting him back into cognisance."darn it ”, he thought, realizing he had n't done a exclusive problem.

When the Bell rang at 3:05, he was already driving away from school ( his pal was in ROTC and stayed for after-school activities ), his foot to the floor and the radio blaring. music had become Jess'only reprieve from his life and he was retreating into it Thomas More and more, barely paying attention to anything else. euphony made him feel powerful, made him feel like he had a cause to live. It seemed that the lyrics of the Sung dynasty on the tuner spoke directly to him, lifting him up, making him palpate happy that someone, somewhere understood what he felt.

When he got home, Jess went straight to his elbow room. As he was changing into his work uniform, he took a aspect at himself in the mirror. He was 16, had long, sinister brown hair's-breadth, electric juicy eyes, was about six feet magniloquent, and had slim body. The person staring back at him looked so far away, it looked like him, but it was n't him. The eyes of the mortal in the mirror looked so desolate and empty it was shocking. Sighing to himself, he turned off the light and headed to work.

At work that night, he just floated aimlessly through the evening, barely engaging the customers, just wanting the night to end so that he could go home base and nap. Sleep, the one matter and one time of the day when he did n't feel hollow, lifeless. When did n't feel anything but pacification. The next day was Sabbatum and he did n't suffer to go to do work or school so he could sleep all through the night and well into the morning.

Opening the door to his house after work, Jess got a half-hearted"Hi"from his parents. The kind of"hi"that you say out of politeness, not because you actually meant it. He replied back, asked if anyone had made dinner that night, and then went to his room. Turning on his computer, he checked his e-mail. As common, it was just a bunch of spam, but then Jess saw the electronic mail. Wesley had responded to him ! Jess read the e-mail, then shut off his figurer and got into bed. Falling asleep, he smiled to himself, feeling some low sentience of hope.


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