Chapter One

The day started as it usually did. Groggily, Jess leaned over to hit the drowse clitoris on my alarm clock. He was so tired because he had been doing 30 hours a calendar week at employment lately and he was n't sleeping well because of his home life. Add in schooltime and the prep that came along with it and it was midnight or later by the time he got to bed."Who invented these thing anyway ? ”, he thought as he climbed out of bed.

Showered and dressed, he went downstairs to get some breakfast."Hi Jess ”, his pal 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 mother. Jess always went to his mother 's room and said"good morning"to her before leaving for school. Why he still did, he was n't sure. He had become so distant, there was no tangible connectedness left."Probably just out of habit ”, he told himself. He kissed his mother goodbye and then left with his brother 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 St. Luke had very picayune in unwashed these days. They had dissimilar champion, Luke being more of a societal butterfly ; unlike taste sensation in music, Jess listened to more weighed down metal and rock, while Luke was more into the pop music scene ; etc ... Once they got to school, that was it. The car ride there was the most fourth dimension 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 schooling. High schooling had never been"as advertised"to Jess. He was a loner, an outcast. He had not even a smattering of supporter, everyone knew everyone, but that was about it. Recently he had been feeling more and more grim, his thoughts sometimes turning to suicide. Home life was ... well it was n't a home anymore ...

"Good morning Mr. Knight ”, said his homeroom teacher, Mr. Toer."forenoon ”, Jess replied back. He took his seat and started on the homework he did n't finish finale night. Math was a particularly punishing subject for Jess. He was just one bad rank away from failing the subject for the semester, but at this point that was the survive matter on his mind. Staring at the white flat solid of report in figurehead of him, his mind started to swan."What am I even doing here ? I have no role, no desire, no happiness. If I decided to just run away today, will anyone fear ? Will my parents notice if I 'm not there ?"The bell for the end of homeroom rang, jolting him back into awareness."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 schoolhouse ( his pal was in Reserve Officers Training Corps and stayed for after-school activities ), his foot to the storey and the receiving set blaring. music had become Jess'only reprieve from his life and he was retreating into it more and more, barely paying care to anything else. euphony made him feel brawny, made him palpate like he had a reason to endure. It seemed that the lyrics of the song on the radio spoke directly to him, lifting him up, making him experience happy that someone, 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, blue brown hair's-breadth, galvanising blue middle, was about six human foot tall, and had slim body. The soul staring back at him looked so far away, it looked like him, but it was n't him. The eyes of the person in the mirror looked so bleak and vacuous 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 customer, just wanting the dark to end so that he could go home and sleep. Sleep, the one thing and one time of the day when he did n't experience holler, lifeless. When did n't find anything but peace. The succeeding day was Sat and he did n't have to go to mould or school so he could slumber all through the night and well into the morning.

Opening the door to his firm after work, Jess got a tepid"Hi"from his parents. The sort 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 lot of spam, but then Jess saw the e-mail. John 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 pocket-size common sense of hope.


critique welcome. Like I said, let me have it away if I should carry on .