Bridging the Gap

chapter three - it's time

As Cole laid himself down into his bed, snuggling into his pillows and blanket his mind was racing still.

He thought about the time after his mother had passed.

The time he was home alone most of the time, having to do all the chores, not caring about school grades or even his mere presence in school.

At one time he even faked his dad's signature on most letters and school tests.

But most if the time the school didn't care either.

They knew about his loss.

And still they didn't check up on him.

And Cole absolutely loved this fact.

So this is what you meant

So he spent these days alone.

when you said that you were spent?

Alone in his grief, knowing his father was out with his band all day.

All night.

Singing and dancing.

Until he wasn't.

Until he came home one day, late evening, probably drunk and told Cole he had signed him up for the Marty Oppenheimer School of Performing Arts.

And that changed pretty much everything but most importantly it changed their relationship.

Lou knew that Cole didn't function under pressure.

He could have delivered the goods, at least that's what he always told himself was the truth, but not in practicing for hours without a break and then getting called to bed without dinner after fucking the easiest dance steps up all the time.

And especially not when forced to go into a boarding school where the singing and dancing practice looked like THIS everday.

Still that's what Lou did.

And Cole still fought with the memories of this time, they were stilm haunting him.

But like Wu always said, everything that happened to us in the past, has a lecture somewhere in it.

And we gotta learn from those past lectures.

And like this, grow up to the person we wanna be.

And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit
Right to the top, don't hold back

Well, pretty quote but totally useless.

Thinking back to the Oppenheimer never did Cole anything good, but right now he couldn't stop his thoughts from trailing off and showing him pictures and memories of strict, dress code suited guys who would totally not behave like they are dressed.

No suit, no good manner in front of the teacher could undo what the kids there really were.

Monsters.

Okay, that sounded brutal but that's the way Cole called them.

This school was no place for him, a "stupid bitch", as they called him.

Untalented brat.

Depressed Idiot.

"Emo".

All this teasing, for what?

Endless nights spent in this shared room with five other boys who would show him how much he didn't belong.

Cole sighed and got up again, restless.