BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
My alarm clock went off just for me to shut it off. Considering I was already up. I never understand why I’m up before it. It’s like I’m waking it up instead. I was already dress in my usual dressing style. A button up shirt that had pin stripes lines going vertical. I had my glasses on, straight brown hair covering my bright green eyes, regular jeans, dinosaur socks and converse. I pretty much was a nerd they way I dress. Except I put mine with a weird twisted style to it.
I gather all my books from my desk and made my way to the kitchen and place my books on the table. I saw grandma Willow making breakfast as our morning rituals since I can remember.
“Morning grandma,” I said my usual greetings to her and waited for breakfast. She put the hot food in front of me and kissed my head.
“Have a nice day at school Zeke,” she then yawned and made her way towards the stairs to sleep.
“Gran you don’t have to make me breakfast if you’re tired, I could....”
“But how will you know if I am alive,” she joked.
“I’ll just put a mirror under your nose to see if you’re breathing,” I joke right back.
“Go before you miss your bus Z” I looked at the clock and notice she was right. It was already 8:15 the bus gets at the stop at twenty after eight. Gathering my books and bag that contain my other books I ran towards to the door.
“BYE GRAN!” I yelled while accidently slamming the door shut. I ran all the way to the bus stop only tripping twice. That’s a big accomplishment to me. By the time I got there I was so out of breath that I was close to fainting and doing a face plant to the concrete. I wasn’t the only one here today it seems that there are some freshman and a senior going to catch the bus.
Ok I understand the freshman, but the senior. Shouldn’t she have a licence or better yet a car? I know since I’m senior shouldn’t I have licence, but I’m always busy with school and homework. As we stood there all space apart the freshman gossiping about how they are all excited and scared finally getting to high school. Thinking they’ll be able to be invited to one of many parties that are thrown in the school year. As for the senior she was bobbing her head to the music that was clearly blasting in her ear and ignoring everything around her. She was wearing skinny jeans, t-shirt with a green monster saying roar, black converse and her hair was black with some bangs covering her left side of her face.
After five minutes of standing there, the bus finally arrived. I let everyone get on first. I didn’t want to take the chance of me getting tripped before I even got on the bus. I got on without a scene and sat in my usual spot right in the middle to left side of the bus. I liked watching the cars go by and wished I could have one. Better yet I wished I had my license.
This is one long bus ride so I would like to introduce myself. My name is Zeke Eventide Nolan, my mom’s name was Karen Hayes. I know we have different last names, but she went back to her maiden name after my dad left her for another man. That’s right I said man, not women. But she kept in great contact with her in-laws. Considering my dad didn’t talk them ever since he walked out on me and my mom. My grandma always made up excuses for why he did it. Walking out that is, not for his not talking to them. All I know is that my grandparents enjoy having me over if it means that I don’t know my dad, but I know my uncle and auntie. That’s all I can ask for
As for my mom she was in the foster care system, but as soon as she was eighteen she was free from the hell hole she had to call home. Her words not mine. I still remember the stories she told me about the place. Some were funny and others were sad. She died when I was eight, now I’m seventeen year old nerd/loner. Who just happens to be gay, but no one knows that due to the fact that I have no friends. I lost all my friends after she died. It wasn’t because of that, but because I was so focus on school. I thought if I was really, really good in school, got good grades and make the honour roll that she would come back.I was a nieve little boy who still believe in the tooth fairy. Sometimes I use to pretend she was on a magically journey and would come get me so I can be with her once again. But it didn’t happen at all.
I was pulled out of myself pity party when someone landed in my lap. It was the senior girl.
“Sorry, some little jackass push me out of the way,” she grumble once she was standing up right.
“That’s ok,” I thought she would walk off and dismiss me like all the others. But when I got up and picking up my books. I lift my head just in time since I was about to walk to see she was standing there and looking at all the books I was carrying.
“Are you smart or you just trying to gain muscles from carrying all those books,” we made our way off the bus and towards the school.
“No I take AP classes, a lot of them and some are just books I read during lunch,” I explain. This is the first time anyone has ever talked to me in eight years after having no friends. Weird I know.
“Oh so you are smart” she looked as if she was thinking really hard about something.
“Well I better be going don’t want to be late,” I walked swiftly towards the front doors hoping to escape the daily bullying that happens every morning.
“Wait I need someone to show me around,” she came running and was breathing hard as if she ran a 10k marathon.
I almost got all excited about having a friend again, but calmed myself down. She probably is only going to use me as personal information bank and go make friends and forget all about me. She would defiantly fit in with the emo clique. That’s all this school was big label factory. It ranged from the popular kids, all the way down to the bottom of the school chain.
Not wanting to pass up the opportunity I decide to be a good student and help her.
“Sure I guess,” I held the door open for her to let her go first. This is one weird morning. And if Keagan decides to stop the daily name calling then this is defiantly a weird morning.
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I have feeling my chapters are going to be short if not thank goodness, but i can try and make them longer. I think.
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Life is Complicated *BoyxBoy*
Ficção Adolescente(Use to be called 'How Did My Life Get So Complicated?" but figured it was too long and decided to shorten it and give a different description than it was before). Zeke's life was that of a simple nerd who liked being in the background unnoticed an...
