The Breeze that Passes By

Ch. 1: Time with the Boss

Chris at the top:

A sharp breeze passes by
As this war continues to shed
Blood, on the grounds, buildings, faces, blood is everywhere.
A sharp knife cuts through my soul, and body
As war continues to shed.
Even when I'm dead."

I can see everybody's shock in their eyes, as I finish reading my poem. Sure it is deep, but black as my soul. We were assigned to write a poem in the last week I had at my old school to write a poem and perform it on Friday that week, we could write it about something we were passionatedd of, or something we believe in. I wrote it about how life is full of shit, and lies; a pessimist, freak is what they usually called me on that hellhole, but guess what I don't care anymore.

Middletown High, a school were bitchs, sluts, manwhores, jerks, preppies, nerds, outcasts attend in order to achieve an elite education in order to succeed in life. My dad and I transferred here last month, a week after my mom's death, when I was diagnosed with depression. My dad enrolled me in Middletown High a preppy private school, which I was thrilled to go, curse for the sarcasm. My dad Gregory Kane, the owner of Kane Magnates was the best dad that you could ever ask, he has always supported me even if I was acting difficult towards everything. We are loaded, but I could care less about it, since it is just my dad and myself against the world. We come from London, England were my parents first met. The place which I never wanted to leave, but we don't always get what we want or desire.

I wake up thinking that tomorrow is going to be my first day at that shitty school. I don't care if it is private, I don't care if it is one of the best schools here, I didn't wanted to move away from my hometown to a pompous school in Dallas.

"Chris, are you excited, for a new year here in Dallas?"

I know that my dad is trying to be cheerful for our sake but albeit for trying so hard when we know that our life isn't as perfect as we want it to be and it is going to stay that way.

"Not really dad, it's just another school year, with different people it isn't a big deal. Can't we talk about something else?"

When I finished talking I hear my dad sigh, it is quite frustrating because I don't know how he feels, if he is disappointed or if he is still mourning after mum's death? I hate it that sometimes it is very god damn difficult for me to talk to him when my father is all I have.

"Dad, why don't we go and get lunch since we woke up pretty late ,don't you think?"

His eyes brighten and so does his smile. I know he is happy, ever since we moved here he is very busy with his company and I'm closed up in my room watching Netflix or reading Wattpad. Maybe it was a good thing that we left England, it was our chance to fix our broken family.