Miracle

Chapter One.

It's 6.07am.

You wake up to the slight touch of sunlight coming through your window as the wind blows the curtain. With every blow, the sun gets brighter and brighter, forcing you to wake.
It's Tuesday, you missed school yesterday because your dad left early for work and you decided to sleep in. As your arm extends past your head, back arched, you let out a slight groan from the feeling of your tight muscles stretching.
As you feel more awake, you gain all the strength back from the 3 hour sleep you got last night, and sit up.
When life was simpler, you'd grab your phone and check your messages from all your social media. But now, now it's different. You began getting more depressed by the day, that you didn't see the purpose of social media.
You knew if you didn't get up soon, you'd be late for school, not that you cared anyway.
School used to be the most valuable thing is your life, but again, that all changed.
As you open your peeling draws in the corner of your medium sized room, you pulled out your uniform.
The dread of putting this on hit you.
Uniforms are pointless. All they do is put you in a group of thousands of students and makes you feel boring, like you don't feel like you while wearing it.
But over time you began not caring, you liked the fact you weren't noticed.

*time skip*

As you say goodbye to your two black cats, Poppy and Oliver, you then shut the door and walk out of your drive way. Walking makes you feel good. It calms you. You wish your bus stop was further away so you could finish a full song of Twenty One Pilots, but unfortunately it's only across the block. As you watch your feet move as you walk, staring at your own, torn white and grey vans, a sudden wave of sadness comes over you.
It always does at this time.
It wasn't long until you reached your bus stop, and your bus came immediately. You usually had a few minutes until it came, but your mum was calling and you had to answer.
As you step on the bus, you forget your student ID. Fuck.
Luckily you have the kind bus driver today and he lets you on anyway.
Usually, you say at the very front where nobody was, because nowadays all the kids sit at the back, because it's classified as cool. But you decided to switch it up today and sit at the back, knowing that the people who usually say there were on a camp that you weren't attending.
You turned on your daily playlist consisting of the depressing songs that keep you alive. Everything went smoothly, until 2 stops later. When it stops, I recognised that this wasn't a usual stop, and it must have been added to the list.
I chose to ignore and went back to staring at the window, until I saw a guy walk on.
Now usually I don't believe in all the things like God, aliens, or love. But when I saw his eyes I immediately paused at stared straight at him. After he showed his ID, he looked straight into my eyes, it felt like he looked into my whole soul, reading the book of my past.
He hesitated for a second, looked at me, then looked around the back for a seat. Out of all the places, he sat in front of me.
Suddenly I shook all the thoughts out of my mind and ignored it all, but that Calvin Klein cologne kept making me dream about him.
Unfortunately, that went away pretty soon, like all the positive thoughts I get, my depression pushed it out of my mind and reminds me of my situation.