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Chapter One

The day started as it usually did. Groggily, Jess leaned over to hit the doze button on my alarm clock. He was so tired because he had been doing thirty hours a workweek at work 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 matter 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 on a higher floor to brush his tooth. Then he came downstairs again and went to see his mother. Jess always went to his mother 's room and said"good dawn"to her before leaving for school day. Why he still did, he was n't sure. He had become so distant, there was no real joining left."Probably just out of substance abuse ”, he told himself. He kissed his mother good-bye and then left with his comrade for school.

In the car, he and his brother did n't talk much. It was n't that they did n't like each other, but Jess and Luke had very slight in uncouth these mean solar day. They had different friends, Saint Luke being more of a social butterfly ; different appreciation in music, Jess listened to more big metal and John Rock, while Saint Luke was more into the pop music tantrum ; etc ... Once they got to school, 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 phone the entire ride.

Everyday he dreaded going to school. high school School had never been"as publicize"to Jess. He was a loner, an outcast. He had not even a smattering of Friend, everyone knew everyone, but that was about it. Recently he had been feeling to a greater extent and more down in the mouth, his thoughts sometimes turning to suicide. home plate living was ... well it was n't a place anymore ...

"Good morning time Mr. horse ”, said his homeroom teacher, Mr. Toer."Morning ”, Jess replied back. He took his tooshie and started on the homework he did n't finish net night. mathematics was a particularly arduous subject for Jess. He was just one bad score away from failing the field for the semester, but at this point that was the last matter on his psyche. Staring at the vacuous canvass of paper in front of him, his head started to vagabond."What am I even doing here ? I have no purpose, no desire, no felicity. 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 single problem.

When the Bell rang at 3:05, he was already driving away from schooltime ( his pal was in ROTC and stayed for after-school natural process ), his human foot to the flooring and the radio blaring. music had become Jess'only reprieve from his life story and he was retreating into it more and more, barely paying attention to anything else. euphony made him finger powerful, made him feel like he had a reason to subsist. It seemed that the lyrics of the song on the wireless spoke directly to him, lifting him up, making him palpate happy that person, somewhere understood what he felt.

When he got home, Jess went straight to his room. As he was changing into his body of work uniform, he took a face at himself in the mirror. He was 16, had long, dark brown fuzz, electric car blue eyes, was about six feet marvellous, and had slim soundbox. The someone staring back at him looked so far away, it looked like him, but it was n't him. The eyes of the someone in the mirror looked so bleak and hollow it was shocking. Sighing to himself, he turned off the light and headed to work.

At work that dark, he just floated aimlessly through the evening, barely engaging the customers, just wanting the night to end so that he could go home plate and eternal rest. rest, the one thing and one time of the day when he did n't feel excavate, lifeless. When did n't finger anything but peace treaty. The next day was Saturday and he did n't make to go to run or school day so he could catch some Z's all through the night and well into the morning.

Opening the door to his planetary house 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 figurer, he checked his e-mail. As usual, it was just a crew of spam, but then Jess saw the e-mail. Wesley had responded to him ! Jess read the email, then shut off his electronic computer and got into bed. Falling asleep, he smiled to himself, feeling some diminished sense of hope.


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