Nothing Seems as it Starts

Prologue

The room was cold, not by temperature but by atmosphere. My mother sat, back straight, shoulders back, head held high, with her hair in a perfect bun not a single hair out of place. The room was the headmasters room, of a school near the area that we lived. My father had to go back to work and felt it best that my mother did too, that meant I would have to be put in school. The truth I think is that my father saw the way everyone in town treats me. I am not accepted into their community unlike my mother and father. My father is in the military so he is seen as a hero to this town. all the men that left are. My mother she is involved with numerous organisations and businesses in this town and so everyone knows and loves her. I on the other hand am a let down, a misfit, a broken toy. 

I can hear the gentleman speaking to my mother, telling her about the school, the curriculum they have here and what is expected of their students. Mother's perfectly painted and filed nails are digging into my hand. It is clear we are to leave soon, the man is annoying her. I zone out, no point me listening she will only repeat it all to me in the car ride home. I watch their lips move but in my head the sound is muted, it makes it more  interesting to watch. 

Three hours later and I am finally in the car on my way home, it turns out that I am to be put in a tutor group, that I am to start next week, and that I am to have extra classes to continue with my musical studies. As soon as we get in I start cooking the dinner for my parents and then I clean whilst they eat. Once the house is clean to my mother's standard I get to play the piano and practice as my father enjoys hearing me play. He then commands for a random room check and so I march up our stairs open my door and stand at the bottom on the left side as my father inspects my room. When he is satisfied with the way my room is he commands that I am to go to sleep. I do as commanded and get into bed but not before kissing them both and bidding them a good night. 

The days continue like this untill the day before my first day at school, father has been called back to the front line and so he is leaving me again. He will be gone for a long time this time around. Mother cries and wishes he wouldn't leave her on her own. He comments she will have me but she doesn't seem to happy about that. As soon as his car is gone I am thrown to work and I scrub every surface I can till it is spotless, I iron every wrinkle out of my uniform and pack my back in alphabetical order with my pencil case at the front. Mother watches intently and then when everything is done how she likes she relaxes and sends me to my room. That is where I am now, in my room, watching the day pass my window as I strum lightly on my guitar. I cannot help but be nervous about tomorrow. I hope all works out and that I manage to make some friends. This town isn't kind to me but there are children from other towns that go to my new school so perhaps I may find some and they will be my friends.