Sincerely, Michael

Chapter 2

''Ding''

Another day done. Another day closer to graduation. 

And boy was Michael looking forward to that. He hated school. And not for the typical reasons kids hated school. (teachers, homework, etc). Michael felt that school wasn't for him. He felt it wouldn't lead him somewhere wanted to go. Michael wanted to be a musician. He wanted to spread his music to the world through song. It was his dream. And he felt that school really couldn't help with that. 

The pale boy pushed his dark fringe out of his face, scribbling down answers to the arithmetic he was assigned. Just because Michael hated school. didn't mean he wasn't going to pass it. He huffed, blowing his fringe out of his eyes. Perhaps if he were female, (or could pull off a man bun) he would have pulled it back by now. But he wasn't. And he couldn't. And Michael refused to cut his hair. He wasn't going to destroy the essence of his 'punk rockedness'. 

It had only been a day since he had sent out his letter and he was already anxious for a reply. He really wanted to know who he was writing to. Was it a boy? Or a girl? Michael wouldn't had minded either, although he was secretly hoping for a boy.  Perhaps the would fall in love, meet, and live happily ever after. Michael rolled his eyes at his own thought. It was a very unlikely thing to happen. Especially to someone like himself.

Michael didn't hate himself. But he wasn't exactly fond either. Although, he did have his days where he thought he looked nice. Like today. Today, Michael felt he looked good. This morning he had put together an outfit consisting of a band shirt, ripped up black jeans, a jean jacket, and vans. Today was a confidence type of day.

''Michael? Dinners ready. Come take your pill before you eat''

Michael stood up from his bed. He stretched his tired limbs before softly padding down stairs to his kitchen. Er- his mothers kitchen. Mrs. Clifford was dishing out the bowls of home made spaghetti. Michael's absolute favorite. The boy swallowed his medication with a glass of water and took his bowl to the living room, in front of the television.  

Michael was very close to his family. It was when he had an episode that he wasn't. He swirled the noodle around his fork and took a bite. It was perfect. He wished it could be like this all the time. But sadly, it couldn't. Not for a while at least. Michael was sick. But he didn't like to focus on it. He'd rather focus on getting better. 

Once Michael had finished his food, he washed his dish and head back up to his room to get ready for bed. His usual ritual was to wash his face, brush his teeth, and change into clean pajamas. On Sundays he did a face mask. Michael didn't consider himself girly, he just liked keeping clean. 

Michael completed his bedtime ritual and climbed into bed. He laid there. Looking up at his glow in the dark stars that littered his room. Again, the pen pal swept his mind. Was he nice? Was he mean?  Was he cute? He'll just have to wait and find out.

AHH! 

a little insight into michael's life! i hope you enoyed!