Fragments of Me

Chap 1: Birth

The very thought of me having a life started when my parents thought after having a 3 year relationship that they will get married. It took them another five years to decide whether they would want to give birth to a child. I guess they knew their inner demons and thus that refrained them for five years. After doing their contribution to world population they gave birth to me. And from the beginning of it I was pissed. I was born on a December 5 in a hospital in Lausanne. The nurses there were perfect for performing in the movie "Maleficent" as the cursed trees. I remember flashea of light and lots of shiny teeths towering over me. My father and mother were crying their eyes out and exclaiming to God about their good fortune. Exactly, their good fortune, not mine. My first thoughts were this is what hell looks like.

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My parents were mainly perfectionists. In their lives rules, regulations and time was more like a religion. To think I was born in that mentality. From the age of two I practiced sleeping late at night and waking up at odd timings in the day. Ahhh, those were the days. Parents ignored that fact cause I was what they call, a baby, but at the age of four and a half the word baby turned into a boy and life seemed almost miserable. I was admitted to Lã Garenne International School. My first and last. In short it was called LGIS. I was a quick catcher of words from an early stage, which caught my parents attention and caused to think of me as an extraordinary student. Well the word used is right only of it is spoken as "extra-ordinary". I was woken up early one morning, to go and give an admission test to enter this profound institution. I mean what the hell, what does this school expect from a four year old? The test was mainly the choosing of different colours and words. After saying a few of them I say that the teacher was blown away and was sugar coating her words so much that if I had stayed for long I would have diabetes. So I was enrolled in this godforsaken institution. After the first day at school I found out that it was no educational institution, it was just a daytime care centre that took a lot of money and appointed undergrads to teach children the wrong stuff. A period of four hours came with three hours being wasted just to put the children in their seats. Hilarious. Well I just hope the teacher were paid enough money cause nothing in this world could compel me to do that. I was having problems attending classes cause I lived very far away from the school and so daily transportation made me so tired that sometimes used to doze off and wake up so late that school time would have been crossed. So my parents decided to shift to Montreux that was closer, fair to say. It still took thirty minutes! As soon as we stepped into Montreux life never seemed the same to me. I looked around me and found joy cause I came to somewhere with life. My first day on playground, I was introduced with my neighbour's kid named Trevor. Trevor was a fat kid for his age but he and I had the same craziness. Two can't play a game so he called three of his friends. Matteo, Rafael and Axxis. Little did I know that these people are gonna be my brother's for life. Life in school was bore. Same lousy courses killed me everyday and I was only four-n-a-half years old. Everyday I was waiting to come home and run to the field to spend time with my mates. Their were statistically four levels of boredom in Lã Garenne. Preschool, kindergarten, junior level and senior level. I was only tolerating preschool that had more boredom up its sleeves. We were supposed to stand in a line every morning to sing the national anthem that nobody gave a damn about except the toppers. After that a five minute delay and we were off to our classes. I hated those five mins cause all the senior girls would rush up to us and pinch our cheeks and say words like "cute" and "adorable". Torturous bitches. Nobody cares about the little ones. This was daily life and it went on until nursery 2. Then came the next step to so called boredom "kindergarten"...
Oh god have some mercy!