Lost and Found

Chapter One

      January 27th, 1999: A baby boy was born into this world, tears welling in his eyes, parents relieved he was alive and, for the most part, doing just fine. That makes him 19 years old today. His parents are still relieved he was alive and doing fine, but little did they know. The boy who was once loving and inseparable from everyone he loved, was now cold, isolated, and not living the life he used too. For as we all know, breathing isn't living and happiness and love and friendship is merely temporary. Right?

     September 1, 2005: The little boy, who has come to be known as Davis, starts his first year at one of Londons finest private schools at the age of six. He put on his fancy button-up shirt, blazer, trousers, dress shoes, and gets help with his tie by his mum and heads down the sidewalk to his bus stop. Why a six-year-old had to wear a uniform while the secondary school students didn't is a mystery to the young boy, but he was too nervous and excited to question anything at that exact moment.

     The bus pulled up to the curb just as Davis was walking up to it himself. He quickly scurried up to and inside of it and sat in one of the empty seats. Propping his bag up on his lap, and opening one of those children books that are mainly pictures, he zoned off into his head and admired the artwork.

     Around ten minutes later, Davis was brought back to reality by a short, pale, ginger boy that had sat down next to him. Davis was already quite tall for his age so he had to look down on the boy next to him. He was wearing the same uniform as Davis and had a huge goofy, but also shy, grin that met ear to ear on his small chubby face. "Hello! I'm Oscar!" The boy introduced. Davis was quite a shy child so he only nodded his head in response and mumbled a small "Davis."  The two sat in silence the rest of the way.

     Davis and so-called Oscar found themselves nervously walking to Mrs. Miranda's first-year primary school class together a short 10 minutes later. They hadn't talked to one another other than their short introduction on the bus, but they had an unspoken pact not to leave one another unless told too. Little did they know, that pact would go further in life than expected too. The two entered the classroom and sat at one of the tables. They sat in silence until the teacher walked into the room enthusiastically. "Welcome to the first year of the rest of your lives, kids!"

     September 1, 2011: Davis and Oscar casually walked up the concrete steps they know all too well. It's now their first year of secondary school and they're both nervous and excited. The two have become a popular pair in an even more popular social environment. Ever since the first year of primary school, the two boys have become the closest of friends. Things have changed throughout the years, like their hair colors (Davis still has black, but Oscar has dyed his hair multiple times, it currently being a dirty blonde color), wardrobe styles, and hobbies, but their bond was still something people envied.

     The two didn't share many classes with one another. Davis had gotten into a special art class for artistically talented students while Oscar applied and got accepted into the first ever dance class to be taught at the school. They were both overly excited for both themselves and their close friend.

     A regular activity for the two was teaching each other what they learned in their art and dance class that day. Davis would teach Oscar how to shade a drawing correctly or how to use guidelines while Oscar taught Davis simple dance moves or what to do with his arms while dancing. By the end of their middle school years, the two became great at what they were good at and better at what they had learned.

     September 1, 2014: The two boys are now in what Americans would call "High School," making the two 15. They no longer had to wear those horrible uniforms, but they could instead wear whatever they pleased. Their styles had changed throughout the years. Oscar, however, had always been the more fashionable of the two. He would often walk up to school in stylish new striped shirts, ripped jeans, backward flat-billed hats, new earrings to match his style of the day, and either a black or white jacket ranging from leather to ripped denim. One could say his style matched his personality, all over the place and different, but also cool and collected. You could tell by looking at him that he was the dancer everyone envied. His personality was very shy, but he was also very out there. He would do almost anything he was told too but would get super embarrassed right after. He would never admit it, but he was super insecure. He would rewatch his practice videos and pick out every move he did wrong or anything he could fix, but he would almost never admit to what he did well.