Sides, a Chanlix Story

Chapter 1

As my alarm goes off in the morning I stretch and groan realizing that today is just going to be another day like the rest. Pushing the covers off of my body I roll out of bed and walk towards the bathroom. Unfortunately just like every other day my older sister has already taken it. I sigh heavily and walk back to my room to go through my daily morning routine while I wait for the bathroom. When I get to my room I shut the door and open my closet. As I look through the options I think hard about what would look the best for today. After a while of thought I finally pull out an outfit, a pair of high rise straight cut jeans, an oversized pastel sweater, and a pair of white sneakers.Then I hear the bathroom door open. I rush towards the bathroom before my dad can get to it, then I remember that he didn't come home last night. When I enter the bathroom I see the familiar mess that my sister usually makes. I clean up a little then turn the shower on. As I step into the shower I turn on my regular playlist to listen to. My morning playlist consists of some sad songs that I relate to deeply.After my shower I go to the sink and fix my hair. Then I look into the mirror and practice my smile. As I look at my reflection I see my dead and lifeless eyes staring back at me. Thankfully no one has noticed the difference between my eyes and the rest of my face, but then again not many people pay attention to me anyways.

Leaving the house in the morning is always a struggle because my sister doesn't want anyone to see that she has any siblings. Similarly I'm not allowed in the house, or if I am I can't leave my room, when she has friends over. So I have to wait at least five to ten minutes before I can leave the house after she leaves. Depending on the day she'll tell me different things. Today it was ten minutes because her friends were going to be a little late going past our house. So after she leaves I pull out my phone and change to the case that I use for school. It's light blue with a white and blue checked popsocket. To match the case my backpack is a light blue with silver accents. Then I see that it has been long enough and leave the house, not forgetting my keys and laptop in case I'm not allowed back into the house after school. Now off my living punishment. As I walk to the school I listen to different upbeat songs to complete the personality I have at school.When I reach the gates I have a smile plastered on my face and my pastel purple headphones are around my neck. Alright here we go.

"Hi! What's up!Hey, how are you today?" are the words that leave my mouth as I pass random people that I don't even know. They all smile back at me and respond accordingly. All the people at school see me as the stereotypical bright and bubbly boy who likes pastel and bubblegum pop. I'd like to keep it that way. Anyways when I reach my locker I see the regular note from some random person. This is a tradition that we do at my school, at the beginning of the year we draw a random person and get their locker number. Then we give them little notes or pictures throughout the year. Often people try to guess who they have but they're almost never right. Today's note has a sweet little note that reads,

Hi!I hope that you're doing great today! I see you in the hallway almost every day and wonder what's it's like to be friends with almost everyone in the school. I don't have a lot of friends and most people don't even notice me. I hope that I'll be able to talk to you at some point! I know we're not supposed to reveal ourselves, but I kinda hope that you figure out who it is! Keep smiling happily!-Your secret person I guess :)

As always the note is bright and bubbly, I do appreciate whoever has me they do add a little bit of brightness to my day, but they have me all wrong. I'm not friends with everyone in the school, everyone just likes me because I seem bubbly, bright, and fun. But if they really got to know me I'd probably scare everyone away. Alright back to the drag.All the classes pass pretty quickly. I do enjoy learning I just would prefer to do it alone without anybody asking to copy my work or asking if I know the answer. But of course I always answer yes with a smile and hope that I'm looking as happy as possible. I need to keep up some part of my disguise so that I don't become even more depressed than I am. If I let my guard down the slightest bit, like maybe I don't smile at someone when I answer them or something, they pounce on it and either say, oh are you okay? Or, what's wrong with you? Why are you treating me like that? I guess highschooler's will do whatever they can to pull people down in this terrible chain of events that is the highschool hierarchy.

All of my classes are over except for one, Art class, definitely my favorite class.Most of the time the teacher just kind of lets us to what we want.That means that normally I don't do any sort of visual art, I normally write stuff instead. But to make it not seem super obvious that I'm not drawing I grab a pack of colored pencils along with my pen and paper. I sit in the back of the class and pour my emotions out onto the paper. At one point I looked up and saw the guy sitting across from me looking at me. He looks like he's spaced out, then all of the sudden as if a switch was flipped his eyes come back into focus and he gives me a nod before turning back to his paper. Once the bell rings I wait for the rest of the people to walk out so that they don't see my paper, which is covered in words and random doodles. The guy who was sitting across the walk from me is the last person out before I stand up and walk to the desk to hand in my paper. I put the paper face down with the rest of the students works and start to walk out, but then my teacher calls for me. I walk back over to the desk and see her looking at my paper. She looks up at me and smiles before complimenting me and saying that I did a great job.I freeze for a second before letting my normal fake smile spread across my face. I say thank you and then walk out the door. As expected when I walk out of the class I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I pull it out to look at it even though I already know what it will say. Sure enough there it is,

Sister: I'm having friends over, if your not already home don't think about coming back.

Me:Okay

Looks like we're going to the cafe again. I walk to the nearest public bathroom to change into the other clothes that I packed this morning.I sigh deeply, relieved, as I slip out of my pastel clothes and into ones that are more me. The bathroom is a single so there is also a sink with a mirror above it. I look in the mirror and mess my hair up a little bit so it doesn't look as styled as it was. As I walk out of the bathroom I smirk a little to myself as I realize how weird it would have been if someone saw a pastel soft boy go into a bathroom and walk out a completely different human. Then my smirk fades as I think how terrible it would be if someone from my school saw me. Unfortunately luck is never on my side.

A/N: I can't tell you how anxious I was to post this! This is my first time posting my writing publicly and I was super excited! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Sides! I'll hopefully be updating this every Thursday, maybe more if I get impatient though, lol! As this character's note partner said, Keep smiling happily!

Signing out, Blueberrt Muffun :) <3

A/N 2: I had to edit this because my computer made some changes and made some of the words squish together! Stupid computer!