I woke up. It was already ten in the morning. I lied in my bed thinking about life. Uneventful. Boring. Lonely. Sometimes i wonder what had i done to deserve such a life. Just the other day, i was described as an abyss of boredom by someone. That someone was my best friend.
The routine was the same everyday. I would wake up, go to school,get back from school, do my homework,sleep. Today, my routine was different as it was the summer holidays. I planned to lie in bed for the whole day but unfortunately i was awakened by my nagging mother.She's been a bit off in the mind ever since my father left us. I don't blame her. I think i would turned out the same if i were her.
My father left us six years ago when i was ten.He left without a trace. Not even his best friends knew where he went. It was a mystery as to how he vanished. He left a void in our lives.I don't really miss him much nowadays except for the occasional moment when i look at our old pictures together. But my mother is the one who was really affected by it. Ever since father left, she hasn't really been the same. The emotional stress was just too much for her to take. I just hope that she'll return to her oldself someday.Althought i wish i would live to see that day.
As i was still daydreaming about what had happened in my life,my phone rang.It was my best friend David.
"Peter is that you? I've got some news for you.You remember Jack? Our best friend in primary school?"
"He's dead"
