"Grady, knock up."
I was already awake. I don't fancy sleep. I shut off the computer and turned off the lights to make it seem like I did, however. She came turned the lights back on at the same time every day to get me out of bed.
"C'mon, I'm almost tardy for graft."
Sorry, we're very British. You may not understand most of the things we say.
Anyway, I got dressed and fixed up some caffienated tea while my mum kissed my forehead and left for work.
"Yeh should lay orf the black rosie, darling. The caffeine isn't smashing for a growing laddy."
"Yes, mum. Cheerio."
I sat there in silence, waiting for the time to pass so I could go off to school.
Since I don't sleep, I see a lot of things. It's a form of paranoia or schizophrenia or something, but it happens. A lot of distorted images cross my vision as I waited. Sort of like being drugged.
The kids at my academy seem to get a kick out of my insomnia.
"Get some kip, bug-eyed!"
"Need a lullabye?"
"Somebody catch Grady-he's about to fall asleep!"
Even teachers took concern.
"Grady, are ye alreet? How much kip did ye get last night?" Is what they always say, in a rainbow of variations.
But I liked seeing Teale.
Teale is a friend that has eyes that glow in the dark. She had bright pink lips, and blended in with the night. I'd be talking through my mind to her, and she'd respond. She's very real-she even encourages me to get sleep at night. But I don't want to. Teale is the only friend I've had in a long time. She means the world to me.
