Chapter One

The day started as it usually did. Groggily, Jess leaned over to hit the doze clit on my alarm clock. He was so tired because he had been doing XXX hr a week at employment lately and he was n't sleeping well because of his home life. Add in school and the homework that came along with it and it was midnight or later by the time 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 pal and babe said to him, almost in unison."Hi ”, he replied back. After eating breakfast, he went back upstairs to brush his teeth. Then he came downstairs again and went to see his mother. Jess always went to his female parent 's room and said"good morning"to her before leaving for shoal. Why he still did, he was n't sure. He had become so distant, there was no literal connection left."Probably just out of habit ”, he told himself. He kissed his female parent bye and then left with his brother for school.

In the car, he and his crony did n't spill much. It was n't that they did n't like each other, but Jess and St. Luke had very niggling in common these days. They had unlike friends, Saint Luke being more of a social butterfly ; dissimilar tastes in music, Jess listened to more heavy alloy and rock, while Gospel of Luke was more into the pop music panorama ; etc ... Once they got to school, that was it. The car ride there was the most meter they spent with each other in a day and whichever one was n't driving that day just stared at their phone the entire ride.

Everyday he dreaded going to school. High School had never been"as advertised"to Jess. He was a loner, an Ishmael. He had not even a handful of Quaker, everyone knew everyone, but that was about it. Recently he had been feeling more and more low, his thoughts sometimes turning to suicide. Home life story was ... well it was n't a habitation anymore ...

"good break of day Mr. Knight ”, said his homeroom teacher, Mr. Toer."dawn ”, Jess replied back. He took his seat and started on the prep he did n't polish off end dark. mathematics was a particularly voiceless depicted object for Jess. He was just one bad grade away from failing the field of study for the semester, but at this point that was the hold out affair on his intellect. Staring at the white bed sheet of paper in straw man of him, his mind started to wander."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 bell for the end of homeroom rang, jolting him back into consciousness."tinker's damn it ”, he thought, realizing he had n't done a single problem.

When the bell rang at 3:05, he was already driving away from school day ( his blood brother was in ROTC and stayed for after-school body process ), his foot to the story and the radio blaring. medicine had become Jess'only reprieve from his life history and he was retreating into it more and more, barely paying attention to anything else. Music made him feel herculean, made him feel like he had a reason to live. It seemed that the lyrics of the Song on the radio spoke directly to him, lifting him up, making him feel happy that someone, somewhere understood what he felt.

When he got home, Jess went straight to his room. As he was changing into his piece of work uniform, he took a look at himself in the mirror. He was 16, had long, dark dark-brown hair, electric blue eyes, was about six feet tall, and had slim soundbox. 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 brightness level and headed to work.

At work that night, he just floated aimlessly through the evening, barely engaging the customers, just wanting the nighttime to end so that he could go home and sleep. slumber, the one matter and one clip of the day when he did n't find hole, lifeless. When did n't find anything but peace. The future day was Saturday and he did n't cause to go to work or school so he could slumber all through the night and well into the dawn.

Opening the door to his house after oeuvre, Jess got a lukewarm"Hi"from his parents. The form 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 computing device, he checked his e-mail. As usual, it was just a bunch of junk e-mail, but then Jess saw the e-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 belittled mother wit of hope.


Criticism welcome. Like I said, let me bed if I should go forward .