Troye, the Boy With the Blue Eyes

Chapter 2: Troyes morning thoughts

Troyes Pov

I woke up covered in sweat. I had this horrible nightmare of the jocks in school tormenting me because of the way i felt about boys. I looked at the time and realized I only had twenty mins to sleep. I closed my eyes praying that the alarm wouldn't ring, and that time would just freeze. Just as i began to fall back into my deep slumber, my hope was shattered. My alarm rang and i could here my sister sage already up bursting her music. And my little brother Tyde was complaining about buying lunch instead of taking it to school. I groaned and began to stand up. When i stood up everything went black, this was a normal thing because i knew how unfit and dehydrated I was. My diet basically consisted of Nutella. I made my way to the bathroom and began to sing loudly. When I sang i  could feel myself escape. Away from my fears and other people. I knew I  was odd but I didn't care.  Singing was something I loved to do and I wouldn't let anyone destroy my love for it. Except for those stupid boys. Especially Tyler, who was definitely out to get me. My sister began to shout that the bus was here. I told her to go without me because I despised that place. I mean a little vehicle with so many ruthless kids. I got the shivers, and took my sweet time getting ready. I applied a little sea salt spray onto my bouncy curls and walked out of the bathroom. Mom started to shout at me again because she knew I avoided the bus on purpose. "TROYE SIVAN MELLET YOU MISSED THE SCHOOL BUS AGAIN. YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE GAS IS. TOMORROW YOU BEST BE ON THAT BUS. AND IF YOU'RE NOT YOU WILL BE SORRY." Dad sat on the couch snickering. "And what's so funny to you?" Mom asked. "Well I mean what are you gonna do about it. Take away his food, he's already so skinny..." At this point I stormed out of the house trying to get as far away as I could from my parents. I knew I was overreacting but I didn't care. I sat in the car and took a deep breath. I could do this I said under my breath. I'm okay.  My dad was holding his face in his hands and mom was nagging at him. I knew he didn't mean it. He loved me and was always supportive, he helped me come out and I would just tell him it's okay when I got home. I backed out of the driveway to start the awfully long day awaiting me.