Give (Tronnor)

3

Troye

I wake up to the smell of coffee and the sounds of doors slamming in my house. My eyes are still heavy from sleep, and as I sit up I feel the blood quickly rush into my head, causing me to feel dizzy.

"Fuck," I say aloud as I rub my eyes and sigh. Today is the day. The day that I am being forced to go to Breckinridge Academy, also know as hell.

I throw the covers off of my body and slowly lift myself out of my bed. The sunlight pouring through my blinds gives me a slight headache. I groan and stumble into my bathroom.

I quickly get dressed and trudge down the stairs. My mother is frantically flinging open cabinet doors searching for something. My father and Tyde are sitting at the table, my father reading the paper and Tyde shoveling pancakes and syrup into his mouth.

"Troye could you help me find the phone book? I can't find it anywhere and I need to call Breckinridge to figure out where the hell I need to go to check you in today," my mother exclaims frantically.

I search through several kitchen drawers until I find the heavy book. I hand it to my mother and she looks at me graciously.

"Thank you, my love. I'm a nervous wreck," she says with a sigh. She walks into the living room to make the call, leaving me alone with my dad and Tyde.

"Help yourself to some pancakes," my dad says calmly. My stomach grumbles immediately at the mention of food. I nervously grab a plate from the cupboard and place two pancakes on it.

I set my plate down and pour myself a cup of coffee. I sip the bitter liquid and stare out the glass door at the ocean as I feel the warm liquid make its way down my throats and into my stomach. God I'm gonna miss the beach.

I sit down at the end of the table, as far away from my dad and Tyde as possible. Neither of them acknowledges my existence. I quickly eat my breakfast and return back upstairs to my bedroom.

My clothes are still sprawled out on the floor from when I retrieved my swim trunks last night. I sigh and quickly shove them back into the suitcase.

I sit on my mattress and stare out my window, my knees pressed against my chest. My heart is beginning to pound because of my anxiety, so I breathe in and out softly.

"Troye?" My mother calls from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes mum?" I call back.

"It's time to leave, baby boy," she says in an endearing tone. I roll my eyes at the sound of her voice. How can she call me that when she's sending me away to be tortured?

"I'm coming," I scream.

I grab my bag and drag it down the staircase to the entrance of our house. My father and Tyde are standing next to my mom. I look at them with a look of dismay.

"Wait, you two are coming too?" I ask.

"Yes we are. You're my son and I want to see you off," my dad says. It takes all my willpower not to retort back with a sardonic remark.

"Okay," I say calmly.

My dad takes my suitcase and hauls it outside to the family van along with several other bags containing room decorations and school supplies. Tyde pushes past me abruptly, throwing me off balance and causing me to fall onto the pavement. I wince as my knee comes in contact with the hot, rough surface. I can feel my eyes swelling with tears.

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath. Tyde looks at me with a smirk plastered on his oily face.

"Hopefully they'll teach you how to not be such a pussy," he says snidely. He laughs at his own insensitive remark and climbs into the van. I sigh and push myself up off the ground.

Once we are all in the car, my mother puts the van into drive and pulls out the driveway. She turns on smooth jazz music, causing my brother to groan. He pulls out his earbuds and begins to blast hard rock music into his ears. My dad pulls out a golf article and begins to read it.

I focus my attention to the scenery around us. Outside the car window, I can see the streets of downtown Perth passing by. Cute shops, street lights, and couples on coffee dates all pass by in an instant. I sigh, wishing that I could be out there with them rather than trapped inside this car.

"The academy is four hours away, so you can take a nap if you want to," my mother says, looking back at me in the rear view mirror. I nod my head in response and lean my head against the car door. I close my eyes and let the sound of jazz lull me to sleep.

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Woohoo for shit posts! Sorry I haven't updated in literally forever. School has been so hectic and I'm just now getting time to actually write. But I promise that I'm gonna update at least once a week from now on! If you enjoyed this chapter, please leave a like, comment, and follow me! I love you all to the moon and back! -Zie