High School Wars

Chapter 3

                                                                                   Connor

Hannah then starts walking out of the waiting room, I get up and follow her out, and we start walking through long halls filled with many doors leading to different rooms.

I peep through one of those doors out of curiosity and see a young teenager that seems about the same age as me.

He is holding a small blue teddy bear while lying on a bed staring at a program on a TV placed in front of him. He looks up, notices my presence, and waves me to come closer. I look out into the hallway. I notice Hannah standing behind me. She is trying to see what caught my interest. She then looks inside and sees the boy waving me over and nodding to me to go inside and talk to him. I then walk into the room slowly and sit at the bottom of the bed, which smells like baby powder. I look around the room and see equipment, chairs, tables, a television, and a ventilator attached to the boy I am now staring at.

He smiles at me and then clears his throat.

"Hello, I'm Connor," He says, smiling at me.

"I'm Malachi," I reply with a smile.

"Do you play Call Of Duty?" He asks with a soft voice.

"No, I Don't play many games anymore."

"How come?"

"I'm not good at games," I reply, dodging the truth that I'm too embarrassed to tell.

The truth is I used to love playing video games. I even had an article where I would write reviews and game strategies. My most popular topic was " 7 ways to beat (Gravity Rush 2)". However, after the bullying incident, my mother sold my Playbox. She commanded me to delete any social media I had on my iPhone, which unfortunately included my article.

It was hard for me since the article attracted many fans interested in my work. The article I wrote was the one that I enjoyed that made me feel appreciated. So I would spend hours upon hours writing and completing games to appease fans I did not want to lose.

I wanted to feel appreciated.

To see it all go away made me despondent and slightly depressed.

I remember the joy and excitement of reading hundreds of comments that praised my work.

I was upset at my mother at first. Every time I asked her why she had taken something that she knew was precious to me, she would always reply with the same answer. Every single time: "Your too young, but in time you'll understand that every action has consequences and others will have outcomes which pathways that lead to success." I never had a good argument, so I eventually grew accustomed to my new reality.

"Uh, Hello there. Are you okay, bud?" says a voice in my head.

"Hellooo?" the voice repeats with more clarity. I then return to my current reality and see Connor looking at me.

"You kinda got lost in thought, their bud," He says with a style smile.

"Heh, a lot has happened recently," I answer. "I guess I'm still absorbing a lot of emotions and thoughts," I reply with a fake smile.

"Huh yeah, tell me about it. First, I get this dam Leukemia. Now, I am stuck on this bed in this boring room. I have no company other than my brat of a sis..." He stops mid-way, and I can see him looking at the door with a much like Horror face expression; I then turn around to see a girl holding two cups that are giving off a coffee bean smell.

"My Brat of a what?" The girl says while Giving Connor a chilling death glare.

"Ehhh, Sister Jean the Nurse, yeah, she is a brat, she like always comes and complains about her job and boyfriend, heh ya know what I mean?" He says while trying to hide his face from the girl.

"Nice save," I say, nodding and then turning my attention back to the girl.

She meets my eyes and asks in a more settled voice, "Who are you?"

"Nobody," I reply, not wanting to get too involved in this situation.

"Well, mister nobody, my brother here needs his rest if he wants to get better, and I would appreciate it if you bid your goodbye and leave." She says as she now strides across the room, handing over the cup of coffee to Connor. "Take your pills with this she says."

Connor takes a sip of the coffee, and immediately his facial expression shows his distaste. "Ugh, What the bloody hell is this? I thought I asked for Hot Chocolate!" he yells.

"They were out of hot Chocolate!" The girl protests.

Just then, her phone rings.

"I have to take this," while she walks out of the room.

"So," I say, turning my attention back to Connor.

"So," He nods.

"She is your sister, right?" I ask, trying to start a conversation.

"Yeah, Jules may be a snobby sister, but she is all I have left," he says almost blankly.

" You, your parents?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant exactly, our parents are rich bastards that have made a lot of enemies, and so to keep us safe, they abandoned us, but hey, we've been just fine without them!"

He Shouts with a red face from anger.

"Er, sorry, that was immature of me." Embarrassment is spread over his face now.

"It's okay," I reply. "I never really knew my dad; my mom was the only person who cared for me."

"Well, at least she cares for you," he says while taking another sip of coffee " Ugh damn it, I forgot that this was coffee," He says in a disgusted tone.

"Yeah, but she is in a coma now," I say with no emotion.

"Oh," He says in shock.

Sensing the awkwardness, Hannah quickly breaks up the conversation. "We have to go now; we are on a tight schedule."

I nod to her and bid my goodbyes to Connor. Strangely that conversation had me feel empathy for the boy. "I could have been good friends with him," I mutter.

If Only I knew of what Destiny had planned for us.