Kid Of The Ages

The sight

I never liked people my age. One second their acting like their twice their age and a second after their acting live they just came out of kindergarten. I was always alone growing up. My mother left my father when I was young, she took my sister Callen with her. She tried taking my brother as well though Sam declined the idea of him abandoning me.

Father then got a heavy drinking problem. He was the local news reporter, now he's joke everyday sitting on the sofa chair with a glass of who knows what. Sam have up his rugby scholarship to look after me. I was always the mistake of the family, no one ever asked me how I was. I never had to be told to do homework or study for a test I always just did it. I haven't seen my Mum in 10 years and for Callen I'm not even sure she knows who I am. She was only 2 when they left.

It was a Monday morning, 7:32 exactly. I put away my Beatles CD in it's case and back onto my shelf. I wanted to make it out of the door before my father woke up yelling. I went out the front door feeling the ground no longer covered with snow. It always gave me a thrill seeing the snow, it defines that even though the winds are strong and everything you can see is freezing your heart with always be there warm as day. It's a poem I found at the back of one my the books from the local library. It was written on an old piece of paper stained with what I think is a tea bag but I would never know.

I walked past the old playground I so clearly remember dean Andrews pushing Lola beck off the swings in the second grade. She cried for weeks I was never sure why. I walked past Jonathan bakers hole the biggest in the neighbourhood, it made him extremely self centred. Then finally i was there at the front the old fashion brick prison looking school. The worst park was the smell on the second level near mr Sherrie's class room.

I walked passed the cafeteria and then I saw him, he was so different from everyone else. He walked like straight out of a dream, his blue eyes and freckles by his cheeks. His brunette hair was so perfect even though it had no effort out into it. He was wearing a blue shirt done up to the second last button with black jeans and polished shoes. He has muscles! That's right proper biceps! He was just took perfect, everyone knows everyone in this town. Though I have never seen him before.

It felt like it was in slow motion he walked Straight passed me, starring with a sparkle in his eyes. He smelt amazing, how I would imagine Justin Bieber to smell like. I couldn't help but turn, I was already so observant of other people. I never felt this before, it was weird I wanted to know everything about him. Who he was, why he's here and what I have to do to get his attention.

I'm sure this feeling will pass, I'm sure he's like every other stupid guy in this got forbidden town of youthful strive and guidance. To make everyone the same to the point where being different is to be banished. Just like the way I was abandoned, just like the way my family just walked away from me.