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Chapter 2- Adapting

Chapter 2- Adapting

A sudden jerk of movement pulled me away from blissful sleep. I realized that we had already reached the house. I embraced the warmth of the sun. I always liked the sun, it had always been beautiful and a consistent mix of elegance and power and somehow, I always felt that things would fall into place after I spent time under the sun. When I opened my eyes, I saw my brother, with a rather dazed look on his face.

"What's the matter AJ? " I always liked his name, Ajax Moore. It sounds English and extremely unique for a 13 year old.

"We did not want to wake you, so I was just waiting for you to wake up and I am tired, can we just

go in? Mom and Dad are in the house already, let's go then? "

" Alright bro, gimme a sec" . I adjusted my jeans, and slowly dragged myself and my luggage to my new home

My first look at my new home, I stood in front of the door, it was wooden and textured with finger nail scratches along with some other form of damage that I could not comprehend and accompanied by a copper doorknob. I looked around before I entered to see how far the neighbours were. Both houses were equally apart, and no one was watching. I always checked, paranoid from all the crime dramas that I watch and read. They do have a particular influence on me, I tend to analyse almost everything. This habit has become a lifesaver on situations where my wit played a part in bringing me and AJ out of trouble.

I slowly pushed the door open, and took a deep breath in an attempt to muster optimism and entered. The layout of the house was simple. From the door on the left, was the living room or shall I say my dads' favourite place, which then extended to my mothers' favourite place, the dining room. The kitchen was located right opposite the door straight down the hallway next to the staircase which led to my room at the end. Aj has his room next to mom and dad. The layout of the house should change a few things. For a start, there is bound to be more chat sessions after meal. This where my mom would chat with everyone at the table and attempt to have those family time moments. It usually gets quiet whenever this happens. She always believed that if we had our meals together, it might foster a bond within the family and resolve some issues. The truth is that will never happen as easily as she pictured it. I will however, try to make her happy and paint a picture that things will get better.

All I can think of now is how my new school environment would turn out to be. I am never good around people. I do not understand how fashion works, and why some people do things in certain ways. Like why do girls spend more money on lesser clothes and yet complain about having little money and nothing to wear. I hope the people in my new school do not attempt to make my life a living hell from the start. I did speak to mom about my school, it is a 20 minute drive from our place, as compared to the usual 35 minutes. That means.........................lesser time with my dad. Congrats Ryan.

"Ryan! AJ! Come on down! Dinner is ready". My mom : cooking great food for as long as I can remember. Dinner meant two things, good food, and a boring chat session. I still do not like the idea of the chat sessions, we have never had them before but over the year, my dear mother has suddenly had the urge to have this family time. Things have never been the same since Aunt Summer left. It never has for a long time.

After dinner and the mundane chat session, I headed to my room, where I would be left at peace. The bed was in the corner next to one of the windows. My bookshelf stood below the other window.

I left my prized possession in my bag: My laptop, my companion. It was an old mac, before its rebirth with seamless design. My laptop worked alright and did not require constant servicing.

With a slight breeze coming in from the window, I peeked out the streets were serene. Well yeah, there was this girl with yellow t-shirt and matching running shoes going for a run. I was tempted to analyse her. But I decided I should give it a break.

Time check: 8.37pm according to my watch. Well, time to check in on my diary.

The diary was my way of moving on since Aunt Summer. I decided that I should have something to look back and remember as tough times often bring about many memories.

Today would be my first entry. And my first attempt at moving on.

Entry 1

Dear Diary,

The day has been fine, I managed to get some sleep, adapt to my new house, and not quarrel with dad. The wind is chilly yet comforting. Mom has great food on the table once again. I do not have internet access just yet, but I badly want to watch MLS. LA Galaxy are in action this weekend. They better not lose points again. There is school tomorrow, it stars with physics. Not ideal, but still better than geometry and maths.

20/08/2011

After reading through what I had written, it seem so factual, but that is me for now. Right now, feeling anything could be lethal. And letting anyone within my zone would not be a good thing.

I need to come up with ground rules tomorrow for school just to last my time there. So where do we begin,

Rule 1: Find one person that I can talk to

Rule 2: Do not comment on the intellect of people who think they know everything.

Rule 3: Stay away from people known to respond with violence.

Rule 4: Survive.

After being satisfied with my rules of tomorrow, I just lied down. My bed was moderately comfortable. Not too hard, but not perfect. I felt the wind slightly brazing my hair. Reminded me of Aunt Summer, she would often stroke my hair when we spoke of her problems and I shared my views.

I could slowly feel my mind shutting down, as I set off to sleep.

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