Chapter One

The day started as it usually did. Groggily, Jess leaned over to hit the snooze clitoris on my alarm clock. He was so tired because he had been doing xxx hour a week at work lately and he was n't sleeping well because of his home life. Add in schoolhouse and the homework that came along with it and it was midnight or later by the clock time he got to bed."Who invented these affair anyway ? ”, he thought as he climbed out of bed.

Showered and dressed, he went downstairs to get some breakfast."Hi Jess ”, his Brother and Sister said to him, almost in unison."Hi ”, he replied back. After eating breakfast, he went back upstairs to sweep 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 cockcrow"to her before leaving for school. Why he still did, he was n't certain. He had become so distant, there was no real connexion left."Probably just out of habit ”, he told himself. He kissed his mother bye and then left with his brother for school.

In the car, he and his blood brother did n't talk much. It was n't that they did n't like each other, but Jess and St. Luke had very little in common these twenty-four hour period. They had different booster, Saint Luke being More of a sociable butterfly ; different tastes in music, Jess listened to more heavy alloy and rock, while Saint Luke was more into the pop medicine picture ; etc ... Once they got to schoolhouse, that was it. The car ride there was the most time they spent with each other in a day and whichever one was n't driving that day just stared at their earphone the entire ride.

Everyday he dreaded going to school. High schooltime had never been"as advertised"to Jess. He was a lone wolf, an outcast. He had not even a handful of friends, everyone knew everyone, but that was about it. Recently he had been feeling Thomas More and more downcast, his intellection sometimes turning to suicide. Home spirit was ... well it was n't a home anymore ...

"Good morning Mr. Knight ”, said his homeroom teacher, Mr. Toer."Morning ”, Jess replied back. He took his seat and started on the homework he did n't land up last night. Math was a particularly arduous subject field for Jess. He was just one bad rate away from failing the subject for the semester, but at this degree that was the last matter on his head. Staring at the lacuna sheet of paper in front of him, his head started to drift."What am I even doing here ? I have no use, 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 home room rang, jolting him back into consciousness."Damn it ”, he thought, realizing he had n't done a individual problem.

When the bell rang at 3:05, he was already driving away from school ( his brother was in Reserve Officers Training Corps and stayed for after-school activeness ), 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 attending to anything else. music made him feel powerful, made him experience like he had a reason to exist. It seemed that the lyrics of the song on the radio spoke directly to him, lifting him up, making him feel felicitous that mortal, somewhere understood what he felt.

When he got home, Jess went straight to his room. As he was changing into his work uniform, he took a look at himself in the mirror. He was 16, had long, morose brown hair, electrical blue optic, was about six human foot marvellous, 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 heart of the person in the mirror looked so desolate and hollow it was shocking. Sighing to himself, he turned off the light and headed to work.

At oeuvre that Nox, he just floated aimlessly through the eventide, barely engaging the customers, just wanting the night to end so that he could go home and eternal rest. Sleep, the one thing and one meter of the day when he did n't feel core out, lifeless. When did n't palpate anything but peace. The side by side day was Saturday and he did n't have to go to exploit or schooltime so he could sleep all through the night and well into the sunup.

Opening the threshold to his theatre after work, Jess got a lukewarm"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 email. As usual, it was just a caboodle of Spam, but then Jess saw the e-mail. John Wesley had responded to him ! Jess read the e-mail, then shut off his data processor and got into bed. Falling asleep, he smiled to himself, feeling some small sense of hope.


criticism welcome. Like I said, let me know if I should carry on .