TYRALIUM

Chapter 2

The next morning came so early, I found myself refusing to wake up. I couldn't remember sleeping last night. I looked at my phone. It was still playing the song I'd left last night.

Well, all these didn't bother my mind, as I'd better things to worry about.

Dad had already left for work. He normally left at dawn. Mom, on the other hand, didn't have a job. Well, only Dad working, was already enough for the whole family.

With Mom's help I quickly made it to school, while Vivian was now getting up from bed.

My mind never followed class, especially when one of your closest friends, probably with a name starting with 'R', keeps throwing folded paper at your head. I normally turned at him, and shot him an angry look.

He eventually stopped, and when we went out for recess, he came to me to explain why he was doing that.

"So, what are you saying about my offer?" He asked, after explaining.

"Seriously?! I said no." I told him "Why won't you ask the others?"

"I have, and they said no." He complained.

"Then it's your own shit. In fact, it's even a good thing."

"How is this a good thing?"

"Well, you're not going to die, are you?" I answered with a short smirk.

"Okay." He sighed walking away, but then he turned again "Tell you what? I'll split my payment into two and hand you one, if you go with me."

Of course I couldn't say no.

First of all I need a new phone. My savings only pays 80 percent of the full amount of the phone I want to buy. I'm sure if Ramson gives me half of his payment, I'd be able to fill that 20 percent.

I knew this would be his next move. He knows there is no way I could resist that offer.

"What d'you say, Jraidson?" He asked with a smirk.

I sighed, giving in and answered, "Fuck it, I'm going."

"Yo Ramson, Jraidson, wait up!" Desmond and Nathaniel called running towards us.

They struggled with their bags, but soon arrived, panting their lungs out.

"Guys guess what? Ramson is going to share his payment with me." I said happily.

"Payment? From where?" Nathaniel asked.

"From his job." I smiled "Yeah, that's right. I'm going with him."

"Fuck!!!!!" Desmond yelled so loud, everybody who was nearby stopped and stared "I think I yelled."

"Oh, you think, you dummy?" Ramson said hitting Desmond's head "I think we should go."

"Why didn't you tell us that when you asked?" Nathaniel and Desmond complained, as we walked on the streets.

Ramson just shrugged his shoulders.

"Fuck, Ramson, fuck you!" Nathaniel yelled.

We all got home really soon and sitting at dinner today got more and more awkward by every time that passed by.

I don't know if it was because of the silence, or because of the fact that I knew my parents wanted to ask me about my decision on a job, but felt too shy to do so.

Even when Dad broke the silence, everything was still awkward, "So, have you settled on an idea, about a job?" He asked.

"I'm going with Ramson." I announced.

"Yeah, that's my baby boy." Mom yelled excitedly giving me a high five.

***

"Are you sure you ain't gonna die?" Vivian asked once we entered our room.

"Of course not." I answered.

"The energy could probably contain Iron, Hydrogen and mostly Gamma energy, which was one of the most dominant elements present in the Atomic Bomb."

Did I forget to tell you? Vivian is smarter than her age. She is in the sixth grade, but she usually aids me with my high school homework, or project works.

"Of course, I know that." I normally said whenever she told me something I found hard to comprehend "It's radioactive and very dangerous, but Ramson said it has been stabilised.

"Okay. I hear you." She said turning herself.

"Why do I feel like you don't want me to go anymore?" I asked her.

"Oh, no, you can go." She answered with a not so convincing smile.

The rest of the days of the week was boring. We did things we normally do. Watching porn, playing games, playing pranks on some nerds and teachers, yes teachers, and mostly, the school principal. We did all these until it was Saturday, the day of the Ramson's work thing.

Gosh I still don't know the actual name of Ramson's job. Is he a reporter, or a journalist?

That day, I was forced by my parents to wear a black coat. Well you know me. I snuck one of my party outfits into my small briefcase, and once I was out, I redressed. I know right, what am I going to use a pretend briefcase for? Moms!!!

"Yo Jraidson! Wait up!" Ramson yelled running towards me.

"Yo, bro." I said giving him a long hi five "You nervous?"

He chuckled, "Of course not. You?" I stayed silent "Dude." He called when he realised my mind wasn't in our conversation.

"Who's that?" I asked pointing at a black car heading for us.

"That's just the guy sent to pick us up." He answered, then he stopped "Wait. What are you wearing?"

"I know right? Casual Saturday." I said with a broad smile.

"You're not supposed to be wearing that. Not prescribed, bro. You gotta change." He said.

The car arrived, and parked in front of us.

"Then I ain't going with you. My decision, my wear." I decided.

"Alright, fuck it, you can wear it." He agreed.

"You guys coming?" The driver asked resting his arm on the window frame.

We entered, banging the door.