Out there, against fate

Chapter 1 : Yet another bad "Worst day"

I sat in my so-called study desk focusing on the poster that was stuck to my wall "It is sometimes good being alone, no can hurt you." yah! It was so well suited to my situation, except that it was not sometimes, but forever. I grew up lonely without any friends and family. My parents had died in plane crash 5 years ago and I was orphaned. My dad had a not-so-sweet sister and she had a so-called responsibility of raising me into a fine gentleman, as she would say. Just then, I was startled by loud banging at my door. I got up and opened the door. It was Max, my elder cousin.
"What the heck do you all day , you useless boy? Mom's calling you for dinner. Come fast in jiffy or else you will starve Al" he said smirking and went
Yes! It was the family's attitude towards me. They hated me plain. My aunt's family had a weird habit. They eat dinner at six, "linner" as they called it . Anyways I was famished and I got to go down ASAP, Or else. The Christophers did mean their words
I rushed down quickly. I tripped over the unicorn doll of my younger cousin, Marge and fell right on my face. As you know luck always favours me. Hearing the noise Marge rushed in. Marge was 11, five years younger to me. She did not care to look at me, she saw her Unicorn doll, she was 11 and was still obsessed over her dolls. She shouted

"Mommy!! Al tore my Unicorn".

Aunt Jane came running towards me. I knew was done. She doesnt need a reason to scold me and today she had wonderful reason of her fit-for-nothing nephew destroying the most precious possession of her wonderful daughter.
She asked me "Why did you do that Al? Fix that for her or else!"
I was done with her ordering me every time and today I was not going to do what she orders.
"No!" I said plainly
"How dare you say that you whimp?"
She barked in anger.
"I accidentally tripped over the doll and It was her mistake, she shouldn't have kept the doll in the stairs" I said turning my head
Slap!
Her palm landed right in my cheeks. A tear rolled right from the corner of my eyes. I had a hard time controlling my emotions.I cry when i am angry
"This would teach you to respect your elders, Now fix that for her"
She turned walked away. Marge laughed at me and carried her precious unicorn. It had one broken stitch and she acted as if her lively pet unicorn had been brutally murdered by the great assassin, Alvin. She was a spoilt brat.
As I wiped the tear off my eyes. Max shoved past me. "Wimp, what happened? Someone scolded you?" He went to the dining table laughing.
Max was only 1 year elder to me but he was a muscular figure . But me when compared to him, looked like a mouse in front of an elephant.
I cursed my luck and went to the dining table, I was starving. I hadn't eaten anything since Morning and I was not supposed to ask anything at untimely hours. Shit! They had gone for Marge's best friend's birthday celebration and had eaten well while I had stay indoors and pretend as if I was not hungry. They never took me anywhere out. I was always an hindrance for them.
I laid my eyes on the steak kept in front of me. When I was about to cut a piece from it, Aunt Jane said
"Al that is not for you! What did you do all day, to eat that? That is for Max and Marge. You can have that cereal."
I muttered under my breath, clenching my fist. This was way too much. This happens everyday. I wish I could run away from this stupid place. I cursed and ate that scrap of cereal and ran to my room. Initially things were not the same.When my parents died and I was brought to this family, they behaved so well with me.
My father had left me legacy of $100,000. They played all fair and good game only to make me sign the documents, so that they could the receive the money
"Al" Aunt Jane had said. "Dean and Joanna died unexpectedly and so we had to adopt you. As you know uncle Robin's income is not so sufficient for everyone , If you sign the will, we can receive the money, and we can all live together happily. Moreover you've got no one other than us, So think over it" she had charm spoken me.
I was too young and lonely to think about the consequences and I signed the bond.
Stupidity at its peak. Period

And if you're thinking if I was too young to sign the will. It happens so in Wintersole , a country with its own rules and regulations, As per the government, a person above the age of 10 has the right and responsibilities to think on his own. Curse that law.
And now i ended up in this sewer mess. Once my aunt got the money, she showed me her true colours. My Uncle Nick was sweet man, He did not agree to his wife's plan but eventually he did relent to her plot. He did show me at least a little care but he was not home for the major part of the year, as he was navy officer at the States. He came home only in May And Aunt Jane spoilt Marge and Max, by teaching them no respect. They were of her attitude. Initially we were staying in small house in the Florida and then Aunt Marge had this brilliant idea of moving to this small country or you may call it an island. This is the least populated country in the world which is thriving to develop. But this place has its own government, schools, colleges and even its own Airport. It is located to the south of Florida in the midst of Atlantic ocean. If you want to reach Florida, the nearest American state. It would take thirty minutes by boat. I put on earphones and connected it to the ipod, it was worn out one of Max and I somehow managed to fix it. It was only company when I was lonely.
Three years in Wintersole, I stayed in crooked room. Did I mention that my room was in the attic? Yes Aunt Jane felt that this luxurious room here, is spacious enough for me. I kept the music at full volume
"Lonely I'm so lonely
I have nobody
To call my own
I'm so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody
To call my own
I'm so lonely"

The situation was so apt. I missed by parents so badly, I wish they were here for me when I needed them. My life five years back was so different. I was not a wimp, I was not a fit-for-Nothing then. The demise of my parents affected me badly. I had very few memories of my parents. For example a photograph which we took in a fair, which we went for my 9th Birthday. They were always travelling. I did not know what their occupation was. I never asked. I was left in care of my caretaker Mrs Norris , when they travelled. When I was 10 Mrs Norris died. Few days they stayed with me.But they never took me out when they went out. My mother would say "My dear boy, you are too vulnerable to be exposed to this world, But one day you will be ready" I still remember her words. I could hear the Tv down blaring. Yes! My aunt's family did enjoy the living. They lived a life of ecstasy, only thing is that I was not a part of it. I was tired, it was only 7. Too early to sleep, I thought. I neither bothered about the life nor my studies. I usually stand first from bottom in the rank list, this is yet another reason people think I am dumb. I lay on the coarse mattress thinking about what was I going to do. I felt a cool breeze of the sea from the corner of the attic window. I could no longer live this life. My Mind longed for freedom. I wish I escaped from this cruel place. It would be a good riddance for them though. The December chill climbed through my sleeve. I shivered. I removed by Tee-shirt and looked in the mirror. I would be a perfect show piece for Anatomy learning. I was starved by this cruel family many days. I eat heartily only when my uncle comes. He was good hearted man. I settled back on the mattress. The song had ended too. I slept

After a while I was woke up by the constant tapping in my attic window. I thought it was the fierce wind. But the tapping turned rhythmic. I woke up startled. It was 8, the television wa still blaring down. I went to the attic window. The edge of the window pane was slightly cracked and at the edge of the window pane was a tiny folded paper tied by a golden ribbon. No one could could have kept that paper there. The attic window was 20 metres from the ground. I was anxious. It was a adroit folded paper. I opened with patience. Inspite of the December cold, I was sweating like a pig. The letter read

Dear Alvin Dean Christopher
I know you and your past. Your parents did not accidentally die in that plane crash and you are not a wimp. If you want to know who you are and who your parents are, meet me at the glenson bay port at 11 tonight.

Ps: dont wear those green tee-shirts, I hate green!

To be continued
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