Algofer.

It happened again.

Blackouts, that's when I started feeling something was wrong with me. I know what you might be thinking. What's so bad about blackouts, could be a number of things. Over exhaustion, large quantities of alcohol intake, lack of sleep and many others. Well, when you're a 7 year old kid, those aren't usually the case.

The first blackout I truly remembers was on the playground. I was now in foster care because I just lost my beloved parents in a freak accident. At the time, you can guess I wasn't the school's golden boy during this time. You'd be correct. In fact, I was the lonely boy. That classic scene of the kid by himself on the swings.

Being alone sucks for any number of reasons you can think of but being at school, that usually leads to a lot of problems. Bullying being the main issue. What a pain to deal with. I always wished it would happen to someone else, make it someone else's problem.

I guess I was just too lonely or he wanted to show how much of an Alpha male he was or something. Whatever the reason, he did the cliché thing any bully would do and pushed me off the swings. At this age, I guess being original or creative was too much to ask for a simple minded kid who only had one train of thought.

Anyways, as he proceeded to beat me after he talked shit about my parents, I wonder if that was when I die. 7 year old thinking about death from a simple pounding, that's just what my mind thought of. It was actually pretty stressful, I had never been in a fight preceding this encounter.

That's when it happened, my first blackout. I'm not too sure what caused it, maybe the pain? But the freaky part was what happened when I regained consciousness. I was in the principles office receiving a lecture. My arms were covered in bruises and my face hurt but what really caught my attention was the blood on my knuckles. I was suspended for a week on the ground of fighting.

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My first blackout, that's what I think of on the bus. Out of everything that comes to mind, it's that. My head is on the window looking out, the sun is starting to rise in the sky due to highschool starting early in the morning. In the reflection, I can see a boy with brown eyes and black hair that had a simple side part but the hair atop was all wavy and kind of wild.

That boy was me, Joseph Avery. I was just a 14 year old kid who didn't want to deal with problems this year. Freshman Orientation, a new beginning or the start of a journey to adulthood. Whatever you wanted to call it. What I called it though, a real pain. Having to deal with the other students, wish I could just switch places with someone who didn't have to deal with this.

"Whoa! The school looks so cool!" Some of the other freshmen were starstruck at the school they were now about to start attending. How annoying. I had a watch on my right wrist. The time was now 0650.

"Wonder how sexy the upperclassmen girls are."

"I wonder how the food is."

"I heard the teachers were nice."

Little chatter like that rang across the bus as the school came into view, it appearing like a castle but it had to be big to fit 2000 students, 800 being just the freshman class alone. The bus would put itself at a halt towards the back of the school, where the bus would be dropping and picking us up. Being seated in the front gave me perks to be the first one off.

I'd slide my hands in my thin gray hoodie I was wearing and walked off the bus. There seemed to be a group of kids gathered around the court yard. What a pain, couldn't they at least move so people could walk by?

As I began to walk, there was a tap on my shoulders. As a reflex, my shoulders would stiffen and I felt like I'd hold my breath. Great, have the problems started already?