Finding you within me

chapter one

chapter one

when i was little, my dad always used to tell me "ryan, son, you' ain't normal – you're special." this seemed like an unreasonable observation of me until I was 8, when I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder – known as "Manic Disorder" for dummies – and things started to get...worse.

for once, my parents actually listened to me, and acknowledged my extremely awkward existence. i had to take all sorts of medication, ranging from blue tablets like the colour of the ocean, to the pink tablets girls often take when they're "on the pill." the tablets did NOT help though – let me emphasise the NOT part. in fact, unfortunately for my scrawny ass, the tablets made things worse! mood swings and hight temperatures became a re-occurring friend to me; on a daily basis.

so when my parents decided to (literally) throw the tablets away, i was more than ebullient with their decision.

but during one summer, filled with serenity, my bipolar exploded onto a whole new level. i became disruptive in class, my unprofessional teacher claiming i was "distracting others", when I never, NEVER even wanted to distract others in the first place.

so after the summer of 2010, my parents moved me to etewoah high school. which strangely, i now attend on a regular basis (when my bipolar isn't keeping me off school.) it's funny how people say rumours spread fast, but really, they don't. you see, etwoah high school isn't that far from my previous school, it's actually just 4 miles away. and my dad being the professional "sociologist" he is, expected my bipolar rumours to travel over to my new school.

but they didn't.

i'm now in 11th grade, and still to this very day, no one except the medical staff knows about my bipolar disorder. i practically have my own persona, where i can make up weird assumptions about myself, and let everyone else believe the assumptions. it's actually like living in paradise, no one treats you like shit.

unless the assumptions about yourself are bad, then everyone makes you out to be a pile of crap.

but that, my friend, isn't the case.

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i figure i should probably introduce myself more, i mean ranting on and on about my shitty disorder isn't exactly...interesting.

actually scrap that, you have to figure out more about me. it'd be so mundane if i were to just lay out the facts in front of your very own beautiful eyes. from this last year in high school, i hope you can figure out as much as you can about me. i want you to say up late at night, gazing at the constellations in the midnight sky, whilst trying to uncover the mystery about ryan summers. now that my friend, is how i plan our encounters to be like.

i forgot to tell you also, that some new girl is transferring to my class. unfortunately i haven't the foggiest idea of what her name is, or otherwise if i did, i would surf the web and explore facebook in order to find her. i often feel like a stalker when i try to stalk people online, especially new transfers and students. it kinda makes me feel creepy in a way, in a really uncomfortable way. but maybe, that's just a sign for me to stop stalking people on the web.

as if i would do that though, i have too much free-time.

too much free time to kill.

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Hola readers! (Or lectors, if you're fluent Spanish)

I absolutely loathe introductions, so please spare Finding You Within Me one.

The only thing you need to know about this novel, is that it's narrated by two characters, a boy and a girl.

For your convenience, you've just met the boy, and I will be writing from his view. My friend will be writing from the girl's view.

To make it easier for you amazing readers to distinct between the two, the boy's POV (Ryan) will be written in lower case, and the girl's POV (Lydia) shall be written in Upper case.

So the chapter you've just read, was intentionally written in lower case for Ryan.

Anyhow, I just wanna say a big thanks for picking up this book!!!!!

And if you do decide to continue reading, be aware:

You're in for a ride.