The Boredom Book

Chapter 1

As I sit staring at my mint green paint on my wall I think to myself, wow, I'm seriously really bored. I start to think about my day at school. It was okay I guess, pretty much the same thing I do everyday, go to class, learn, go to my next class, learn some more. It's all the same to me, the days are blending together. If you are wondering, yes I have friends, I think. I talk with them at school but not outside of school. I turn and look out my bedroom window. My room is a cluttered mess but when I look outside it's beautiful. I look out onto my back yard, I see the big willow tree, its branches blowing in the wind and the small creek that runs along the edge of the tree line. It is a pretty normal day here, a little hot but I was content with my blue fan blowing on my face, blowing my long dark hair over my shoulders. I was thinking about going out side and sitting along the creeks edge with my book when I hear my parents call me from down the stairs.

"Shai, can you come down here please. Your father and I really need to talk to you."

This normally means that I got a bad grade on my paper and had to re-write it but I was fine with that. It would give me something to do before I went to sleep to start the same day over again. I walk down the wooden steps, the 6th step creaking from the time when my "friend" had come over and fell down them. We weren't really friends anymore. It was just me and her, we would talk and laugh and hang out all the time but she left me for a popular life. I walk into the kitchen, the bright lemon colored paint on the wall making me feel welcomed with a gleeful feeling. Both of my parents are sitting at the small, round, wooden table in the center of the kitchen, a smile on their faces. My mother is beautiful, her bright blonde hair falling down just past her collarbones, her bright blue eyes looking like shining jewels. My father, a very hansom man might I say, his dark brown hair cut short looking amazing with his dark brown eyes, his skin, a dark tan. It makes me wonder how they were my parents. I had green eyes, a small pinched looking nose, thin lips and dark mahogany colored hair that I had long, down to my lower back. I would definitely not consider myself pretty. My mother pats a chair in between my dad and herself and I take a seat. I look across the table and see the empty chair. I could still imagine my little brother sitting there, playing with his little blue Chevrolet car, a huge smile on his face. God, I missed him so much. I wish it was me instead of him who had gotten into the car crash. I was over at my friends house when my mom was taking him to daycare when a truck jackknifed into the back of the car killing him instantaneously.

"Shai, we have some new to tell you and we think you are going to be pretty excited,"

my dad said.

"I have gotten a job offer for a management position. The thing is though, it is in London."

London? Most kids probably would have hated to move halfway through there sophomore year to a new country but I was ecstatic. I could start over. A new life, I could be someone completely new