Ordinarily Normal

Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

I wake at 8:07am, having had a surprisingly good sleep considering the events of yesterday and have to rush out the door trying to ride my bike down the main road whilst tying my tie for school. A thought occurs in my head and peeks through:

Is this kind of like the same action as if I was to be on my phone riding my bike whilst on a main road?

I push this thought to the back of my mind, it's not important, I don't care as in my mind there are far too many thoughts about more worrying things than whether it's dangerous to be riding, distracted. My life has more evident problems for me to overtake not forgetting I have to do this with the aid of my delight of a companion Gregory. Gregory is like that evil twin that you dislike profusely or the little sibling that is always clinging around your ankles asking the same questions more times than you can count on one hand. There's no way to get rid of it apart from walking away. This is where its different for me.

I can never walk away from Gregory.

I can't leave.

Nor can he.

He's closer to me than a sibling or twin but further away than a long lost cousin half way around the world.

Gregory is a part of me. He's in my brain and will be until the day I die. Maybe he will be with me in heaven and what a joy that would be.

After completing my mini mission of tying my tie on a dual carriageway I take out my bag of cereal. I hate it when you have to eat the last bowl of the 500g packet, it is just grains left. I felt like behaving for my parents though so breakfast grains that are supposed to form actual Cornflake bites here we come. I tip the packet back and sprinkle them into my mouth before realising how absurd I must look to the drivers in their cars. I couldn't care less though, I don't know them, they don't know me, what on this small earth does it matter. People shouldn't care how they are portrayed on this Earth, as Earth is the only thing that has seen every decade and generation go by. Everyone gets given their time slot and each year we pass that day which is our death day. God knows this and we don't . Harsh I know, but that's what life is. You come you go then  you get forgotten. Earth carries on spinning for what feels like an eternity but we get a limited amount of time. Though I suppose you can't have too much of a good thing so you have to die at some point.

Then I feel a funny paper like feel in my mouth and the taste is of ink and it encases my mouth taking away the cornflake taste.

I mutter 'Eurghh...it's a mouldy Cornflake!'

I spit it out into my hand, and no, it was white and in a little roll. It was obviously tucked into a little rolled over cornflake.

I mutter again 'Well I guess you learn something new everyday as I didn't know Cornflakes did Paper notes in their cornflakes.'

Unless it's been put there after being brought. I unwrap it as my curiosity overtakes me and in doing so almost fall off my bike. I steady myself, keep pedalling and stare at the note.

It was none other than Mum's handwriting.

Shocked I take a closer look. It says:

'Dylan, We love you, Mummy and Daddy love you. Don't ever forget this son'

I stick out my tongue motioning feeling ill. How soppy! They have never said mummy and daddy in about 6 years and then they randomly show up in this note like that. I decide to keep it as it is a nice memento. They must have written it purposely so I received it on my last bowl of cereal (or grains whichever way you like to look at it) what would be so precious about my last bowl of cereal unless it has nothing to do with the last bowl of cereal.