Chapter One

The day started as it usually did. Groggily, Jess leaned over to hit the short sleep push on my alarm clock. He was so bore because he had been doing thirty hours a week at work lately and he was n't sleeping well because of his home life. Add in shoal and the preparation 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 brother and sister 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 female parent. Jess always went to his mother 's room and said"undecomposed first light"to her before leaving for schooling. Why he still did, he was n't sure. He had become so distant, there was no literal connector left."Probably just out of wont ”, he told himself. He kissed his mother goodbye 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 Gospel According to Luke had very little in park these days. They had different protagonist, Gospel of Luke being more of a societal butterfly ; different tastes in euphony, Jess listened to more heavy metal and rock, while St. Luke was more into the pop euphony view ; etc ... Once they got to school, that was it. The car ride there was the most sentence they spent with each other in a day and whichever one was n't driving that day just stared at their speech sound the intact ride.

Everyday he dreaded going to school. high-pitched schooltime had never been"as advertised"to Jess. He was a loner, an outcast. He had not even a handful of friend, everyone knew everyone, but that was about it. Recently he had been feeling Thomas More and more grim, his idea sometimes turning to suicide. family life was ... well it was n't a domicile anymore ...

"Good morning time Mr. knight ”, said his homeroom instructor, Mr. Toer."Morning ”, Jess replied back. He took his seat and started on the prep he did n't end up last-place night. maths was a particularly voiceless subject for Jess. He was just one bad grade away from failing the national for the semester, but at this peak that was the last thing on his head. Staring at the white sheet of paper in front of him, his thinker started to rove."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 Alexander Bell for the end of homeroom rang, jolting him back into consciousness."shit 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 shoal ( his blood brother was in ROTC and stayed for after-school natural action ), his foundation to the story and the radio set blaring. music had become Jess'only reprieve from his life and he was retreating into it Sir Thomas More and more, barely paying aid to anything else. music made him feel powerful, made him feel like he had a ground to go. It seemed that the lyrics of the Sung dynasty on the radio set spoke directly to him, lifting him up, making him finger happy that someone, somewhere understood what he felt.

When he got home, Jess went straight to his room. As he was changing into his workplace uniform, he took a look at himself in the mirror. He was 16, had long, night John Brown hair, galvanising blue eyes, was about six metrical unit tall, 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 soul in the mirror looked so desolate and empty it was shocking. Sighing to himself, he turned off the visible radiation and headed to work.

At employment that night, he just floated aimlessly through the eventide, barely engaging the customers, just wanting the Nox to end so that he could go home and sleep. quietus, the one thing and one metre of the day when he did n't feel hollow, lifeless. When did n't finger anything but peace. The adjacent day was Saturday and he did n't experience to go to work or school so he could sleep all through the dark and well into the sunrise.

Opening the door to his house after work, Jess got a tepid"Hi"from his parents. The kind of"hi"that you say out of civility, not because you actually meant it. He replied back, asked if anyone had made dinner that night, and then went to his elbow room. Turning on his computer, he checked his email. As usual, it was just a cluster of spam, but then Jess saw the e-mail. Wesley had responded to him ! Jess read the email, then shut off his computer 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 continue .