Hi my name is Clark Sennips. I'm 16 years old, currently in third year high school. I'm five feet and six inches tall, I have curly dark hair and I have poor eye sight. I don't have any musical talents. I don't sing nor dance. I don't have the looks nor the words to capture a woman's heart. I' m no artist either. I don't speak much unless spoken to. I don't socialize well with others. Also, though it is embarrassing, but I have to say that I don't know how to swim. I've always felt that I was somewhat incomplete. Its like there's another person out there that has my other half...
...maybe he feels the same way too
Since I was little I was always alone and independent. My dad is never home, he leaves for work at 5am and is home by 10pm. He just leaves me money for the week, and bonus on holidays and on my birthday. I don't have a mother to take care of me. I only have a shattered necklace to remember her. I don't even have siblings to share my misery with. Every time I ask my dad about my mother, he would always change the topic. My house is not a home.
Every morning I always wake up early, because my school is so far away. I would always heat up water so that I don't have to take a cold bath early in the morning. After my bath I would change into my uniform, brush my teeth, get my bag and take my weekly allowance from my dad's bedroom. Then I go out, lock the doors and be on my way. I don't eat my breakfast at home. I eat it on the bus, to save time.
When I get to school, no body is there yet. The first thing I do is go up to the 2nd floor, where my locker is. Then I get my books from my locker and put them in my bag. Then I just go to my classroom, sit on my chair, set aside my glasses, place my hands on the table and use them as pillows. Then I just wait for Rena, my best friend, or for class to start. Which ever comes first.
Its not much different here in school either. I don't have much friends here. My grades aren't that good, because i don't have much time to do schoolwork. My life really sucks. The only thing, or should I say the only one that keeps me going is my best friend Rena. She does not have clue on how hard my life is, but I think she can see my pain. And that maybe the reason why she's being friendly to me.
Speaking of which...
"Wake up sleepy head" Rena said while tapping my head. "Look I'm here early"
Then she just smiled. I just groaned and mumbled. Showing her that I'm still sleepy.
"Your quiet boring in the morning" Rena said, at the same time placing her chin on her hands "And here I woke up early, cause it was boring at home"
"shhhhh, me sleeping" I said, then I tapped her little white forehead with my finger.
"hey, that hurt" she said "so that's how its going to be huh"
She grabbed a bundle of her long straight black hair and tickled my ears.
"wake up, wake up, wake up" Rena kept saying while tickling my ears.
"Alright I'm awake" I said, sitting up "what now?"
"well I'm bored" Rena said "let's play BOTHER CLARK UNTIL CLASS STARTS"
Then she started poking me.
Its always the same everyday. Until one day, I was sick and i decided to be absent in the morning. And I'll just enter class in the afternoon. I was so lonely at home, so I decided to text Rena.
I ask: "How's school? Anything interesting happened?".
Minutes later she replied: "Clark? What's with you!? i saw you in the guidance center this morning all suited up for some formal party or something. I kept on calling you. But you never looked back. Then you decided to cut class"
I was so confused and full of questions that i did not reply. I planned to ask her when I get to school this afternoon, but Rena went home early, because she had to go to a family trip. So i spent the whole afternoon full of questions.
School had ended and i went straight home, like i always do. When I was riding the bus I saw some guy on the street about to enter some fancy car. He look like me. Well, almost like me. He looked more fancier and classier than me.
"I must be dreaming" I said to myself
When i got home. I went straight up to my room and i wanted to rest for a while. I took off my shoes, threw my bag on the side and lied down on my bed. I closed my eyes and rested. A few hours later some one was knocking at the door. Tired as I was, I opened it. The first thing I saw was his shoes. Well I was still sleepy and my head was facing downwards. Anyway I slowly looked up. He was wearing black shoes, black pants and a suit with an unfamiliar crest or logo. Then I stopped, because I saw the same necklace. It was shattered like mine. I tried aligning it with his and it was a perfect fit. I was so confused that time, but not as confuse as when I looked at his face. It was like looking a mirror. The only difference is that he was better looking.
Anyway he asked: "is this the Sennips' residence? Are you Clark?"
Stupidly, I said these five words: "Who the hell are you!?"
To be Continued...
