Another Life

Memories

 Memories; they never cease to exist, they never leave your mind. Lucas's mind was teeming with them. How can he forget them? Some of the memories are the happiest he has. Some are clear as day; crisp, clear, heart-warming. Others are short, the kind you want to hold on to but they seem to slip right through your fingers. As Lucas sits in his New York apartment, he reminisces about his past.

 The earliest memory he has is when he was about a year and some old, crawling about the living room of his family's London flat, his parents watching him with amused faces and his two older sisters playing with him. Lucas had learned to walk a few days later. Suddenly, the memories change and he remembers his first day of middle school (what a time jump!). Lucas has been in private schools ever since he started since his parents disliked public schools; they thought them to be unruly and corrupt. Did he forget to mention his parents were considerabley well off? Anyway..

Lucas, however, hated the private school. Nearly everyone there was snobby, spoiled and mean. Lucas's family might have been considered well-off, but they might as well have come from the ghetto compared to the truly wealthy. But Lucas had one thing on his side: His smarts. He got top grades among his classmates and this made him the main target of their jeering and nonsense practical jokes. His parents knew how bad some of the jokes could get and so he began to use it to his advantage.

You know plans are highly susceptible to change? Well, Lucas's plan took a wild turn. He was walking to school one day when he met up with another boy. At once, Lucas could see that he was just an average school boy but with a highly rebellious side. He was incredibly good-looking with dark brown almost black hair and piercing grey eyes. They shone like gems in the sunshine and Lucas wanted to collect them and show them to the world. The boy introduced himself as Austen and rather easily convinced Lucas to skip classes and hang out at the Recreation Centre. After that day, he and Lucas became good friends and Lucas went home feeling happier than ever. Reaching his house though, a thought struck him. His parents would've found out by now that he had skipped the whole day. He decided to lie, something he had never dared to do before. But he needed to make it convincing so he picked up the nearest fist sized rock he could find and, taking a deep breath, he hit his face with it. It stung like a thousand wasps and it brought tears to his eyes. He walked into the house and went straight to his mom.

"Mum!" He complained as best he can.

She gasped as she laid eyes on his bruising face and held him close. "What 'appened, my dear son?"

"Oh mother, it was terrible! This ruthless gang of misfits got the best of me! I didn't get a good look of their faces, the cowards... Oh how I hate that school mother! Please get me out of there!"

By now, his father had wandered over and watched quietly. After a while he scoffed and turned away. "Boy, stand up for yourself. We didn't spend hundreds of euros on you every month for nothing. You are not quitting that school jus' 'cause of some wankers."

Lucas sighed, put on a pouty face for show and ran to his room, shutting the door behind him. That didn't go well. He grabbed his cell and rang Austen.

"I really do 'ate it there. The whole lot of them are so persnickety it's proposterous. I do so long to go to a normal schoolhouse. I could go to yours, you know. If I really wanted to." Lucas said, a sort of longing in his voice along with a michevious undertone.

"Well, jus' keep tryin' on your part. I'll wait as long as I 'ave to, alright?"

"Yeah."

They talked for hours devising plans and constructing back up plans. It was very exciting. Lucas felt nervous going against his parents' wishes, but Austen reassured him that it was part of the whole process of growing up. During the next few weeks, Lucas slowly carried out their plans until it finally rewarded itself. The plans were that Lucas would act up, commit meager erroneous acts, inconspicuous to the teachers, causing small fits of trouble enough to anger a group of other top grade students; the richest of them all but also the meanest.They ganged up on him and would've beat him to a pulp had a teacher not intervened in time. Lucas still went home with bruises and scrapes, but it was enough for Lucas's mom to get him out of the school and place him somewhere else. He suggested the school Austen went to and he started the next day. His first day was rather easy; he was popular almost instantly because he came from one of the most important schools in the city, he was decently good- looking, and he had top grades. But all that didn't matter because he and Austen could finally hang out as much as they wanted.

That was one of his happiest memories.

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Author's note:

I have more chapters of this but I just want to see if it catches on first. Tell me what you think! I love feedback, I believe it, along with criticsm, is quite beneficial. :)