The Scent of Death

Chapter one: "Until now, I just wanted to exist"

Monday.

The scenery was vast, infinite at the eyes of the princess. It was a beautiful green decorated with trees of all size and shapes and blood-like apples. She began to walk through the fields, her bare foot trembling because of the cold. The rain was intense, powerful and intimidating, yet her only hope was to reach the gates of the castle. That was her most deep desire, so she could meet her beloved one. The princess eyes gazed up to the black clouds with a feeling of melancholy, and she stopped. So many memories, and she was so tired her body was in pain.
"All is falling apart" her voice sounded weak.

Immediately, I closed the book without any hesitation and with a chill on my back. That feeling was a kind of warning that the math professor was looking at me. His eyes were fusing with my body so badly, I could almost feel it. Danger is coming were the only words available in my mind for the next few seconds, but the feeling disappeared instantly. Lucky me.

Should I get caught reading a book from another class, I would be an irresponsible and distracted student in the eyes of the professor, or even worse my parents. In fact, that was not entirely false, because that literature book I was onto, was given as a homework a month ago, so we students would have to read and analyze it. And I was still far from the end.

What can I say? I always loved the idea of getting home and stay awake more than I should, maybe reading stories on the computer, listening to music as well. I enjoyed those moments of tranquility a lot, surfing the internet like there was no tomorrow. But the problem was obvious because there was a tomorrow. A lot of them.

I stopped that inner review of my previous night last doings and hid the damned book inside my backpack, when the professor was occupied with another student. When he was getting closer to me didn't stop like with the other people around to see my paper with exercises, and just moved on ignoring me like he always did. I knew deep inside that he didn't like me, tough I didn't know why. As a matter of fact, I couldn't care less about it because if I could, my fist would meet is face happier than me. God, I hated the guy.

I looked forward, trying to see the whiteboard at the end of the class. The task was like impossible, for maybe I was the smaller of the students. I didn't have a problem with mathematics so my strategy was just to copy the equations onto my own papers and that was it. The other classes were a whole another story of course. I almost had the urge to ask the boy ahead to move his head so I could see for a few and beautiful seconds at the board. I imagined the scene in my head like always, in which I called for is attention with a nice smile and asked for him to do it. I liked to build those scenarios frequently...

Yet nothing happens that way, right? I mean, I could speak to people if the situation required it, but I preferred to avoid doing so whenever I could. That feeling of awkwardness only dissipated when my friends were near and speaking to me. So I never asked the boy to move his head.

Almost when I was about to fall asleep the professor announced the end of the class and asked for us to complete the last exercises of the book for our own. I could almost taste the looks of the people around, like they were trying to resist jumping at him. Maybe we had something in common after all. I smiled a little, as the voices began to grow around me and I started to put everything on my backpack. The sounds merged into a new form difficult to understand, for the students were all speaking at the same time and with very little pauses between phrases.

I'm going to be honest, now was the time when the dull part of the day arrived: to go home and interact with my family. The good part of it was the road before that, in which I could speak with my friends. Aside from that, it was always the same every single day without a single change... Go for breakfast, go to high school, do your homework, go for dinner, brush your teeth and go to sleep. My father made sure that the order of those things remained the same every time. The only thing he could not control was the fact that I only pretended to be asleep, so after a few minutes I could arise and go surf the internet. Obviously, doing something like that let a feeling of inner realization to be born. Unstoppable.