#4 in teen fiction
"Life is a one time offer, use it well."
Nope. Doesn't work for me that way. Wish, it could.
Mark Geller is a seventeen year old teenager with perfect grades, perfect life plans, perfect home, perfect family and a perfect best fr...
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Mark's POV
I stared up at the flawless ceiling of my room. Unlike the walls of my room it is of pure white colour which I preferred over any other colour because I wanted to wake up in the morning to watch the world in its unsullied and true form, like the colour white. Though maybe only the ceiling appears so while all the other things seemed to lie to me. Like my nightmares, they showed me that Jasper was back with us, the way he used to be. But only to be taken away again.
I sat on the edge of my bed thinking about him again. I wondered how long his nightmares would last, how long I would wake up screaming my head off, maybe as long as I live. What I wouldn't give just to have that another chance to save him. I shook my thoughts off and headed downstairs to get some water because it felt like there was a big lump in my throat that was trying to choke me.
"Thursday...... and by Thursday I mean Thursday. I don't want any delays or else you'll be fired!" I heard his voice as he clicked off the phone.
I pretend coughed to get his attention. He turned from the kitchen counter and watched me moving towards him from the staircase.
"Oh Mark, good morning. You seem to have woken early today." he said as he gets back his brown hair. A dimple occured his right cheek from his fake smile.
"Morning dad." I said without any fake smile, ah! the irony with us and moved across to grab a carton of orange juice instead. I placed down two glasses in front of him and poured down orange juice in them. I took a sip of from one of them, watching him as he got the other glass down in one go. He's a real big believer in time-is-money thing. We just stood there in front of each other for a while me, glancing at my glass occasionally taking sips and him, reading something on his phone occasionally looking at his watch. Then he finally said "Your mum and I are heading for business trip." I didn't reply but he must have known my question and continued "We'll be back sooner than you can expect."
That's right, expectations. I stopped having any since I was eight. It really didn't bother me anymore, them not being here when I needed them the most. Mum is here, sometimes I guess. But dad, when I first rode the bicycle, or won the baseball match, or when my pet dog Buttercup died, or when I wanted to do catch practice, or on my eleventh birthday, or when Jasper left us, he was never there. Maybe work is important, but I guess I am important too, at least to my parents. I should be but I answered anyway "Okay, see you then. Say goodbye to mum form my side." And with that I headed upstairs, thinking for a place where I could just go and scream and scream until I get my had cleared up. Instead, I found myself against Emilia's door knocking it softly.
"Come in, Mark. " she answered as if knew for sure it would be me. Maybe she did.
I entered in and found her combing her long hair in front of her grand mirror. I did not quite have a very good reason for coming in except the business trip thing, which would've really be nothing except a reason for our parents being away. But what I really wanted was some attention. I could remember her being pissed off every time Dad wasn't here when we needed him, and being the older brother- even though the difference what about four minutes- I had to calm her. She needs to stop being that that way but, I could still find the old Emilia sobbing as her dad didn't make it for a first national spell bee.
