I sat in front of my computer. Time had gone by so quickly the first six hours, but now time seemed to be going slowly, slower than in class or a long movie, or boring book. I had a pile of good books next to me on my right, and a pile of half finished homework on my left. A shoe box my family used as a snack box lay on my lap, full of crackers, juice boxes, apple sauce pouches, cereal bars, and candy. A notepad, of some drawings I had done, sat on the right side of my desk, with my blue pencil case full of three inch long colored pencils. I was bored out of my mind, but I was still doing whatever I could to not fall asleep.
I took a bite out of my Nestle cereal bar. 5:23am, the clock on the top right of my MacBook indicated. All the lights were off, the only brightness came from the Breaking Bad episode I was watching on Netflix. It was my favorite TV show, I'd already seen this episode a million times, I whispered the lines between Jesse Pinkman and Walter White, I knew them by heart.
"I'm not in the meth buisness, I'm in the em-" I was saying as I heard a sound.
"James Thomas Hutchinson. What are you doing?" My sister's , Gwenaelle's, voice boomed outside of my headphones.
"I-I, just, Breaking Bad?" I stuttered, as I pulled my Beats off of my head.
"I don't even care. Go to bed, it's 5:30," she ordered loudly, standing in my door frame.
"Shh!" I put my finger to my lips. "You're going to wake mom up, what are you even doing?" I looked at her clothes: seven inch red heels, the same color as her lipstick, a black dress that looked more like a tank top stretched so that it cover her butt, and thick rings of black make up around her eyes, I'm sure that in different lighting it didn't look as if she'd been beaten up and had two black eyes.
"It's non of your buisness," she said, quieter, but still angrily. "Now go to bed."
My sister turned and walked away, the click-clack of her heels was as loud as if I were to jump up and down in the hallway. I finished watching the episode of Breaking Bad before getting up from my desk chair and slipping into my Avengers pajamas pants. I learned that sleeping shirtless helped me feel free-er? If that's a word. I was more comfortable, nothing was holding me down, nothing was making my body feel heavier in my "dreams". I stepped into the bathroom to brush my teeth and rinse my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, all I saw was a boy, with a slight farmer's tan, not buff but not completely slim either, darkish blond hair, and blue eyes; my eyes seemed to be the only thing I got compliments for. Luckily, I wasn't the kind of sixteen year old to be all self concious because I'd never had a girlfriend. Had I had crushes? Yeah plenty, only once did she like me back, but it didn't work out, at all. The other times I new that it wouldn't work out, because either they were fictional, didn't celebrities, or I was stuck in what people referred to as "the Friendzone".
After rinsing my face, I opened my eyes and saw a child. She was dressed in pink polkadotted pajamas, matching shirt and shorts. Her dark brown hair seemed to make her pale face even lighter, her eyes were closed though. I knew what was happening.
"No. No no no no!" I started cussing aloud. "Not a little girl! No!"
"Jay, shut up!" Gwen yelled from her room.
"No no no.." I lowerd my voice. "Why her? She's so young! Why? WHY?!"
I ran to my bed, without having the time to dry my face off, the lights were off and I tried as hard as possible to fall asleep.
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The darkness of coolness of my room turned into a bright light and humid air. I shook my head a few times so that my vision would clear. I was standing on a cliff overlooking an ocean. I saw three people around a large swingset.
