A Sky Full of Stars

CHAPTER 1

           “Kendall, dinner is ready!” I heard Mom shouted from downstairs. I opened my eyes hardly, feeling so sleepy and tired even to get up from the bed that I just made 3 hours ago. My body was less energy, more to zero energy. We’d been busy since this morning to decorate our new house, moved every furniture and boxes filled with our belongings. Packing and unpacking were the shittiest things in earth. Even we got help from the movers, still this wasn't easy. I felt like all of muscles - if I had any - were forced into its limit. Painful.

            Had a new house in new neighbourhood was good but, hell, I wished I had those kind of magic to move things in and out, up and down instantly. Reality check, that thing would never ever happened. 

            Slowly, I woke up and came downstairs. Mom wore her new apron - a floral apron from me as a gift for a ‘welcome to new home’ even I moved along with her. Cheesy huh? Whatever. I love my Mom, and you should too. It felt amazing to spoil my Mom. Because I fucking love her too much more than anything in this world.

            Chicken with spinach and kale salad was already served in our new dining table. My Mom forced me to eat healthier. I’m grateful to have Mom like her, but really, eat greens every single day was suck. If only I could choose, I’d choose pizza or burger.

            “My boss called 10 minutes ago,” she began to chop her chicken into small pieces, “He said that I have to be at work on 8 in the morning.”

            I nodded, “Cool,” didn't know what to say anymore, I took full spoon of salad into my mouth.

            “Yeah. Do you need anything else for school tomorrow?”

            “No,” I shook my head, murmured with mouth full of meal, “I’m fine.”

            She frowned but nod anyway, “Alright. You don't have to worry, all you have to do is go to administration room to get your…”

            I chuckled. My Mom just being herself, always worry and treat me like a child, “Mom.. I will be fine okay? I’m seventeen, not seven. Stop worrying about me.”

            Her pale face reddened, “Really?” she chuckled, “Ages. I didn't remember you’re grow up too, Kendall. We’re growing up. Never realized it.”

            I smiled, “You already filled my documents and took care everything. I’ll be fine tomorrow.” she was 47 but for some reasons, I was more mature than her. I didn't blame her. This was her character, caring and loving. Then again, it was hard, really really hard for both of us to let Dad go. He died 5 years ago because of car accident. So, here I am. Being the man in the house, promised himself to take care and protect his Mom with his life.

            “It sounds nice.” she smiled beautifully, “Promise me you won’t wear your ugly metal t-shirts.”

            “Well…”

            “Kendall!”

            I nodded quickly, “Promise.”

***

            The moment I entered the Greenwood High building, I could feel everyone stared at me like I was one of those freak characters on American Horror Story. I swore that I showered this morning, even shaved so my face clean and yeah, looked pretty good for my eyes.

            I wore denim shirt with a pair of black jeans and black converse. This was my nicest outfit actually. Did I do something wrong? But when? I arrived yesterday, had been busy with new home and all shitty things. So, I knew that I didn't do anything wrong.