Everett

Jonah Baker forgot me//3

                  

It was a mundane morning. My mother badgering me about my studies and my father absorbed in his work. There was a slight pang in my chest. There would be times where I would just look around and find myself feeling like an outsider, like I didn't belong.

I sighed. What kind of man am I letting small things like this get to me. I forced myself to finish the granola bar I was munching on and walked out of the house. An obligatory goodbye to both my parents and just like any other morning no answer back.

I really do wonder why I even try sometimes. Peculiar. Jonah Baker. I couldn't get him out of my head. Maybe he isn't the peculiar one, maybe it's me. I ran through all my thoughts, my emotions, my memories. I came up with nothing. Maybe I was so used to being someone I wasn't I became that person.

I walked to school. The bitter cold morning sending shivers up my spine, but unlike everyone else I love the feeling. I could never bring myself to hate the cold weather like so many of my classmates.

I walked through the gates. My friends, or at least that's what I think they are bombarded me with all that's been happening. The latest TV shows, video games, the homework. I never paid attention to them. I was too busy in my own thoughts.

I suddenly stopped walking. I had reached my classroom. I walked in with all my friends in tow. They sat at the front with all their other friends, whilst I found a quiet corner and chose to sit by myself staring off into space.

The sound of heels clicking against the marble floor told me the teacher was here and that class would begin soon, but what got my attention was that she wasn't alone. Another pair of legs followed. Hidden from view.

She and the mystery boy walked in and came to a stop in front of the whole class. He stepped out. I almost gasped in shock. It was him. It was Jonah. I probably looked like a...god knows what.

His expression was cold and he was so composed. His introduction was short and curt. He was so mechanical, but he wasn't at the same time. The overwhelming feeling of sadness I always felt from him made him human.

Jonah Baker was a mystery that I was going to solve I thought to myself. I was always stubborn. I knew I would solve that human puzzle no matter what.

"-sit next to him. Everett raise your hand up please" I shook my head to wake myself up and raised my hand. He walked over to me. A blank face. Did he remember me I wondered. We met yesterday. He couldn't have forgotten about me...could he.

The day seemed to never end. I groaned mentally. I was so tired of having something on every single night. So many emotions were bubbling up inside of me. I knew they would topple over the edge and I would blow.

Tears pricked the corner of my eyes. I sucked them in. I wouldn't let anybody see my cry. I walked home that night. My head held high. Tears no longer visible. I was the perfect son on the outside yet on the inside I was a complete mess of emotions.

I glanced at the clock. 7:30pm. My back ached. My brain hurt. I was exhausted. I had just finished having a tutoring session. It was pure torture tonight, but I couldn't bring myself to give up. I was at the best of my game and I will not give that up easily...but it wasn't just that was it I thought.

I scurried off downstairs after having a shower. Mum was setting the table, I couldn't stand there and not do anything so I offered to set the table. My mother smiled at me. I couldn't help smiling back. We may not have the best relationship but I still love her.

Dinner was just like every other night. My father asking me about my studies and achievements and school. My mother simply ate away. I never dilly dallied with my answers. They were short and straightforward.

"excuse me" I said getting up with my plate and washing up. I walked up to my room and fell on my bed. I looked up at my plain white ceiling. I couldn't help but wish it wasn't so plain.

My eyes drooped. I was sleepier than I thought.

My mother came in that night. Pulled the covers over me and turned the light off. The only thing was I just didn't know it was her.

Helloooooo. It's me...well of course it is me who else would it be, my evil twin from Russia; Svetlana. This chapter sucks. I guess it was more of a filler chapter. I AM SO SORRY. My writing skills aren't good at all and you probably will skip this chapter anyway, but I promise when I have time I will go back and edit it so it doesn't suck as much

-Blackheart