What is Real anymore?

chapter 1

I was sitting in my bunk bed staring up at my ceiling at night.The small star decals on the ceiling was like looking up at the night sky.I was slowly thinking deeply about my life,it was strange ,but happened now and then.It was hard to explain,my mind snapped back to reality.It had been six years since then.

flashback:"Goodbye."My dad said dropping off some tools before turning away.I was scared.I didn't know what to do ,but all I did was hide watching him leave.

"Why did you have to leave me alone?"I whispered to myself crying myself to sleep.He had left me alone and never came back.

I woke up with the daylight seeping through the curtains as I sat up.I climbed down looking at the mirror.My eyes were red,either from crying or just waking up.Either way I didn't care,I walked out my room microwaving some leftovers and waiting for the food.My mom was asleep still ,I looked at the clock and then toward outside.The sun was poking out and the clock was reading 6:00.The microwave gave a  annoying beep before I opened the microwave pulling out the plate.I sat in silence eating my food slowly ,yet looking at the clock every few minutes dreading when my mom would be on me about how slow I was.In the back of my mind I cursed at it,with the occasional mutter.I put away my now empty plate and walked away in silence with the only sound being the sound of the floor as I walked.I picked out a typical dark colored shirt with some anime on it along with my black jeans and red sleeveless hoodie.It was all to typical of me to anyone who knew me or at least saw me pass by.I walked to the bathroom placing my clothes on the counter.I took my normal ten minute or so shower with the occasional yell of my mom who happened to be awake.'screw it'I thought every time I was lectured about my life style.'Damn,leave me alone would you?'I always said in my mind as my mom was "playing her recording"of her typical nag."Do you want to be like your father!"She would yell at times.I was always so pissed when she talked down on him.'Fuck you!Do you think I give a shit if you hate him or not!'I would say in my mind almost letting it slip time and time again.I grabbed my bag ignoring my mom as she cursed about how good for nothing I was going to be.'So what,you already hate me anyways,yet you have guts to say you don't mean what you say.'I scoffed at her words.I walked outside toward her car.She never let me go bike to school despite me having a bike that I had been wanting to use for school.If I even mentioned me biking to school she had so many fantasies about the kidnapper taking me.'So what I'll beat the shit out of him.'She always brought it up so I began to get tired of her hard to see story.The drive to school was kind of a pain.My moms thoughts on me or what I should be made me cringe.She always says that I should be a leader and hang out with smart people and all that shit.I could care less.My thoughts on it was that if you want me to be a leader than in your dreams and the idea of me hanging out with smart people.Don't even.despite my thoughts I still didn't hate her,just had a small rebel attitude in me.I shut the door to the car and started walking toward the school gates.I walked along the flow of students looking at all the sixth graders.I headed toward my typical spot I waited at for some friends.I waited alone at the moment watching some students pass by.I had found something that I looked forward to dad...