Help me

Chapter 1

       

Another day, another kid, another day of torture. I don't know why but I really want school but school doesn't want me. The streets, town crawling with filthy kids trying to attack my weak side. They do this because I am the "teacher's pet". A long time ago, on the plane to here, New york. I thought I planned everything carefully because I am quite aware of not being the odd one out. My plan was not to stand out, be quiet and focus on my academic skills. A perfect plan well, used to be a perfect one. I keep trying to explain everything to my parents that my life isn't working out with all of the kids bullying me. As a regular parent they would try and give as many choices and will put some action. Mine, they simply don't care because all that they care about is money.

They say money doesn't buy you happiness but for my parents, they think of it the complete opposite way.

My mom, she never found a job that suits her so she decided to develop her own company. Her decision was a huge sacrifice to her and my life. She always works twenty-four seven.

Dad, never around. I barely see him. Average, probably once in three months. He keeps going out of town to work on his 'Job'. He would never talk about his job, he says it's top secret. Since then I knew it's hopeless to get advice from him. My life, actually I don't have one. I slowly rose from my bed preparing for the day, the day of hell.

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"Bye mom. Bye dad," I whispered to them as they continued snoring helplessly on the couch.

As usual no response. I started to walk down the road. The silence taking over me and my mind extending. I felt the cold breeze on my face which gave a chill through my spine.

"Nerd! Watch your step!" David yelled. He intentionally put his foot right in front of me which made me stumble badly.

"Ah!" I screeched. The sharp pain taking over my body. Slowly the pain faded away as the laughter increased its volume.

"Shit head," he laughed. I wouldn't say David is the best person but shockingly he is not the worst. Long ago, when school ended, I would always walk pass his house and couldn't help look inside through the windows. I would always see his parents fighting, mentally and sometimes physically. Their road didn't last long, and his mom road ended. His dad is in jail at this very moment for a life sentence for accusing murder. Since then I realised I felt bad for him so instead of gathering all of my strength, I plainly ignored him. I continued walking down the street ignoring the words he is attacking me.

Finally silence... I like it, nothing that will distract me and everything that happened will wash away. I took a glimpse at my watch, right on time. Like always, I like to use my brain wisely. Instead of walking into school at the peak moment where all of the kids would be in their group and staring at the people who walks into school and make fun of them. Preferably I go to school, 55 minutes early. The entire school will be washed by the silence until the Porsche, Ferrari etc.. arrive.

Quickly, I took small steps to my locker to prepare my day of torture. I put my pin in my master lock and opened my locker. Ordinary girls would have their locker covered in stickers but mine is just a plain old locker ready to break.

Now walking to my first class, art. My favourite class I guess. This class is the only class where there will be silence and your hands will be in charge. You could never go wrong in this subject. While opening the dark wood door I squint at my watch once again and realised a bit early then usual, I was forty minutes early. I looked around the room taking in all of the art works. The canvas lined up neatly against the wall, as the paint was laid nicely. It seemed like it was in the perfect position like it was meant to be there. The old wooden floor reminds me of my room which made me felt like I was meant to be here. The windows giving light to the room felt like the light will brighten up my day. I wondered around the classroom seeking for something that I don't even know what I am seeking for. I stopped right in front of the Mona Lisa painting by Da Vinci. I don't know why but something about that painting seems peculiar in a good way. The depth in the painting made me feel like I was in the painting. Everything about the photo just made feel like I was a normal kid. I will never forget about this painting as it was the one that inspired me into this world of art.