Grow A Boy

Pilot

It's Friday on March 2nd. The day before my birthday. Most people celebrate with parties, cakes, gifts.. I don't celebrate. Why? I don't have anything to do on my birthday. It just feels like a regular day. My mom is too busy with work to celebrate for my birthday. She's also too busy to celebrate her birthday. She goes to work at 6 and comes home at 11. My mom is totally a workaholic. It's because my dad left us when I was 5 for a skimpy 20 year old slut. I never want see him. I never plan to either. But sometimes, we see each other in public. 2 weeks ago, I saw them together at the grocery store. Sometimes I want to barf in my own mouth. Dad sees me too. He just looks at me and looks away. What a jerk.

Anyways, enough with that history crap. Let's talk about school. School is my living nightmare. I am invisible. I am nothing. No one notices me. When they do, they laugh at me. I admit that I am a loner. I'm an insecure, introverted, awkward, loner who likes to doodle on anything I can get a hold of. Textbooks, homework, the desks..

I am the type of person to sit at the back of the class and hiss at any annoying loud people.

Speaking of loud annoying people, a guy with messy dirty blond hair comes up to me during lunch time.

"Hey, Esme! Sitting alone again?" His deep loud voice pierce my ears.

I hear his friends chuckle behind him.

"Can you let me eat my lunch in peace? Thanks." I obviously fake a smile.

"Yeah, whatever." He walks away with his other friends.

I sigh in relief. Matthew Colburn is my childhood friend. I remember we had a crush on each other. To be honest, he's quite attractive. He kept complimenting me, but I was always insecure and never accepted it. As I grew older and became more awkward, we became more distant and he teases me sometimes. I'll have to say that he's a popular student because apparently he's a class clown. I do miss texting him everyday from afterschool 'til we go to sleep. Sometimes we even call each other at night. I guess everyone at least has an old friend that they miss.

I also have an old friend too. I don't miss her. Joanne Dalton. A popular gorgeous rich tall girl. My old best friend from kindergarten. We parted ways in freshmen year. She made her own friends and never talked to me. When I tried to talk to her, I see a fake smile plastered on her face. I'm not good enough for her. She's not loud though. She's lowkey bitchy and shady now. I actually don't remember our relationship when we were younger. I forgot who she was. If I think really hard, I will probably remember but I would not like to. You know what the funny thing is? Her birthday is a day after mine. I already see her handing invitations to the other popular people. I look down and scowl. I finished my lunch and put it back in my backpack. Time to continue the nightmare..

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It was the end of school. I don't plan on going straight to home. I have to buy some milk and bread. Mom never has the time to buy groceries or do chores. I do everything at home. Mom has Saturdays and Sundays off. She just sleeps the entire day and she eats the dinner I cook. Yes, I also agree that this is not a healthy family relationship because of the lack of communication.

But I do love my mother, I know she loves me too. I know that she knows that I love her and she knows that I know that she loves me too.

I walk out of the store with both of my hands carrying a bag of milk and a bag of bread. The rain pours out of the sky. Typical.

I just have 7 blocks to walk then I arrive home. I walk and walk. I have already walked 5 blocks. Suddenly, I trip over something. My butt hurts my hand hurts. I look at my hands and find them dripping with blood. Ugh.. I look over to the left and see the milk carton has broke. I watched as the milk washed away in the rain.

I cussed loudly. Then, the rain started to pour down on me heavily. What a day! I am not walking 5 blocks back to the store in the rain. I stood and held my hands up. I watched again as the rain washed away the blood. I picked up the bag of bread. I see the thing that tripped me. A silvery rock. I pick it up. Heavy and smooth. Two words were carved in it. Zion Seed. So, this huge silvery thing that tripped me is a seed? I take the seed with me as I walk home.

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I finished showering and wrapping bandages around my hands. I go to my room and glance at the silver seed on my desk. I sit down at my desk and search up Zion Seed. No results came up. That is weird. Very weird. Is this really a seed or did someone carve this into a rock? If this is actually a seed, I could be someone who has discovered something new and people would notice me and appreciate me. Maybe I would be on the news.. I get a huge bucket and fill it with dirt from the backyard. I water it. And I place it on the side of my room. Now, I have to wait.

Who knew this seed would change my life.