Life is a Nightmare

Chapter 1

This was supposed to be my last peaceful nap and I didn't even know it, if I did, I bet I would have slept that afternoon, but I didn't, because you see, I was having a really bad day already. My mum had made me work, I've been doing chores all day long, and when I was finally set free from all the hassles and ready for some well-earned downtime, I decided that I was going to have a peaceful nap. That was when I recalled that I had an assignment from school, which I hadn't completed. "Uhhh," I groaned, "I've got to have the worse luck ever!"

I contemplated waking up to do it in the middle of the night, but decided to do it and get it over with, so I stood up and walked over to the table in my room.

My room isn't big, but neither is it too small, it doesn't contain much, a bed lying stiff at a corner in the room, with a drawer at the edge where I keep all my valuables and well, other stuff that aren't so important, at the other corner adjacent to the bed, stood my reading table in its majestic arrogance. Just opposite the table stood an old wardrobe, except it didn't hold any cloths, instead, it held books, and they weren't rows of books neatly stacked together, rather they were scattered all over the ward robe in odd piles, some were spilling out of the ward robe on the ground. A stick loomed aloft the ceiling, it was held together by strings, on the stick were pieces of clothes, some were hung and the others were just folded on it in a disorderly fashion, making it look like a ragged old ghost.

I sat at my table, opened my book, and stared at a complex equation of calculus; I held a pencil with my right hand, twirling it unconsciously.

"This makes no sense," I said to myself, "why do I have to go to school to learn stuff I don't need, and will probably never need."

I couldn't understand an iota of what I was gazing at, and before long, I was sketching on the rough sheet beside my book, it didn't take long before I fully concentrated on the picture and continued drawing, forgetting entirely about the calculus sum I was supposed to be solving, my hobby is drawing or rather it my talent. After about an hour or so, I had finished drawing what turned out to be the face of a very beautiful. I didn't know why I drew the picture but it was what was on my mind, and I just had to get it out, I don't even know the girl. That was when I remembered the calculus sum I was supposed to be solving. I decided that my friends would help me do it, so I closed the book, and dragged myself to bed. I didn't sleep for too long before.............

Beads of sweat slowly trickled down my frightened face, as pellucid strains of perspiration plagued my entire body, I was turning uncomfortably on my comfy bed as if a thousand tiny needles were stuck on the bed, then I sprang up, waking from my dream with a start. Well, wont it sound like a proper use of words if we just termed that a nightmare?

It took me a few seconds to register all that was around me. When I finally did, I realized I had been dreaming,

"So it had been a dream", I thought. In the dream...sorry, nightmare, I was standing on a bridge, and there was a man who was standing at a dangerous end of the dream. The man had a dark streak on his left cheek, he had a white hair that looked dyed, and he was pleading furiously with me to leave him alone, but with a wicked grin on my face, I pushed the man off the bridge and the man plunged to his death. That was crazy I'm not a maniac, the dream was disturbing. Nevertheless, I shrugged it off and laid my head back on my pillow, and in an instant, sleep crept and stole me away.

Birds chirping, street bustling, and the lovely aroma of good food flowing in from only one possible direction, the kitchen, I woke up from my slumber. My name is Jordan Smith, and I'm an introvert. I'm handsome, now don't get me get me wrong. I don't look like a Greek god; I am not stunning, just 'okay' looking. I have a jet-black hair, which makes me look part Chinese, even though I am a black American. My face is straight, I have a square jaw, and my mouth always seems curved in a slight smile that makes me look like I am going to burst out laughing any minute. I'm always smiling as if the whole world is just another joke, and because of that people tend to take me for granted, but I've always managed to put them in their place, well at least most of the time. My height is something I'm proud of, because I'm about 6 feet and 5 inches tall, quite tall for a 17 year old, don't you think? People say I'm weird, but I just consider myself 'limited edition'.