Forget Me Not

''Piss off''

The old timey alarm cock rang and Oilyver opened his eyes. His cat Sandbitch was sitting on the nightstand looking deeply into his eyes, whilst meowing to announce that he was hungry. Oliver begrudgingly got out of his bed and reached for a can of cat food and then took a sip of yesterday's coffee. Yuck. He looked around his cluttered treehouse and the numerous piles of books almost looked like a city skyline in the dim light of early morning. His eyes glanced over the recently read book cover of Women's liberation and the African Freedom and Struggle accompanied with several bottles of wine which kept him up last night. Sandwich curled around his feet and gently nudged him with his head. '' C'mon Sandwich, I need to get to the post office''. Distracted by the ginger cat, he tripped over one of his many smaller gadgets that laid forgotten in his room. He cursed under his breath and continued to make his way towards the suspended pole that held his clothes. He put on a checkered pair of trousers and a green turtle neck which he paired with his usual black trenchcoat, took one last look in the mirror to ruffle his jet-black hair and off he went.
       Still drunk from the night before, Olly made his way through the streets of Chelmsford, known best for its now long-closed mine. He passed his old high-school, which he himself had not entered in two years. To the average looker, he may not have looked it but Olly was once a straight A student throughout his school years. His love for books began at the mere age of four and by the time he was seven, he had already started reading at a high-school level. This was a welcome distraction from his home-life, which had always been less than ideal. However, given as school never posed much of a challenge to him, his mind was drawn elsewhere. He had become more and more interested in inventing and he was ''borrowing'' several miscellaneous items from his household to use in his inventions. He was most proud of his solar-powered irrigation system, electric skateboard and a self-cleaning kitty litter for Sandwich he called PoopEgone.  This combination of book and street smarts made him an aspiring student and most of the staff believed him to have a bright future, outside the narrow limits of this absolute shithole of a town. Even among his classmates, he was actually well liked in spite of his traditionally nerdy personality, which catered to any kind of person.
      However, his bright future came to an abrupt end in the summer between sophomore and junior year. Olly's mothers were in the midst of a divorce, which everyone could have seen coming. This resulted in him acting out on different occasions, but his unusual misbehavior reached its peak at McGregors party. He was convinced into taking a concerning amount of mushrooms, leading to a long trip that would change his mindset forever, a moment in his life he now referred to as his ''enlightenment''. Olly came to the simple realisation that a lifetime as a wage-slave was a life not worth living and that his existence was meaningless in the grand scheme of things. He knew he had to escape the mundane and so a college degree or owning a house in the same dead-end town as his abusive moms or hating his future wife and kids like his moms did- he wanted nothing of the sort. He knew he had some hard decisions to make. First, he dropped out. Secondly, he moved out of his mom's flat shortly after with nothing more than a few hundred pounds, he had earned through tutoring and a small tent and was lucky enough to settle down on a small plot of land his grandfather had left him. He stayed in his small tent for a month until he built a rudimentary shelter that he later perfected over time. In his second week, he also stumbled across a small ginger cat and named him Sandwich, after his lunch that day. After three months of hard work he had also equipped the house and a small garden he started himself, with a solar panel and rain water tank, in order to be self-sufficient. Soon, however, he needed some extra cash to provide things he could not make himself and started selling spliff on the side- one of the few ways a teen in Chelmsford could do to make ends meet. Olly truly was a prodigy even in the pot business, his prices were fair and his spliff was mind-blowing, due to the fact he soon discovered growing it himself was much more profitable.
     It was still early in the morning when he returned from the trip to the post office. Before he made his way up to the treehouse, he went to check up on his proudest achievement, his vegetable-marihuanna garden, which he had cared for and nurtured for the last two years, only to find it trampled to the ground. He was absolutely devastated and couldn't understand who could have done this. He minded his own business and the garden was pretty well hidden. That was until he inspected the garden more closely and found a bunch of custom footprints in the mud that said '' Piss off'' and he knew there was only one goddamn person in this whole town with that kind of boots. His head was still dizzy from the alcohol of the previous night so it was not in the right place when he angrily went down to the high-school, holding a brick in his hand, determined to give Hewdig a taste of her own medicine once and for all.