Chapter 2
“Good morning!” the boy said in a happy way, as he smiled to his classmates waiting in front of the classroom. A few answered back with a just-as-happy ‘good morning’, while others just threw a quick look in the boy’s way. Like this, every morning would go by for a lot of time.
Every day was the same, with only little variation. Not that the same couldn’t be good. The boy would actually prefer if that ‘little variation’ didn’t exist. He’d want the world to stay the same for him. He wanted to stay like he were. Like he used to be. Small, Fragile, and on the other hand, not so very small and fragile. Young, Ignorant, innocent, and so very not.
Like this he’d thought for some time now. Even though everything were the same, time still passed by so very quickly. One day he was a little kid looking up, towards the treetops, trying his best to climb his way past every branch, the next he was yelling out his victory. He’d lost a lot from the trip to the top.
He’d dropped things that were precious to him, and even forgot something from the start. He’d picked up flowers as he went through the tree top. He’d shed blood, as he tripped from one branch to another. Slowly he drifted apart from the all so well known ground, beneath him.
He soared towards the sky, and then the string, that connected him to what he’d known snapped. He was alone in this new world. A bright, cold and breezy world. It had all gone by so fast, that i’d been hard to even capture what was going on throughout all these past years.
Everything was normal.
The boy finally looked up from the mat surface of his desk, as the school clock yelled out to the students; weekend has started. He sighed, finally he could get back to the safe and secure walls of his plaster cage. “Hey …, get over here!” somebody yelled to the boy hoping for it to reach him. He looked over his shoulder, as a hand slipped through the soft air in front of his face. Slam! A girl looked surprised at the boy. The girl hurried into a long speech of how sorry she were.
“It’s ok …, it doesn’t really hurt that much, so don’t even mind it”, he said as he did a little "off" smile. The girl didn’t let it off that easily, and kept on the boy for some time. “I really didn’t mean to! i’m really really really sorry!”, she let out as she tried to hug the awkward boy, “I just wanted to know if you wanted to go with me and some friends to their place.
leave me alone stupid whore.
“i’m sorry”, the boy said with a low smile, “i can’t go out this weekend. I’m having some family members over”. The usual excuse. The girl looked dissatisfied with the answer given, and didn’t give up. “What about sunday? you can’t be having them over the whole weekend, can you?”, she said in a low voice. The boy gave out a sigh and answered, “i’ll see if i can make time”. Once again he threw her a smile filled with joy.
Can’t they just leave me alone? Oh come on.. It’s not always good to be alone!
He slowly, but surely started walking down the stairs. The sweat that wet the boys hair, started flooding down over his forehead, and further down, due to the hot summer weather.
Like this, it had been the past week. It was too hot. Too hot to go out the door. Too hot to go on, And still too cold to collapse. The boy felt his feet melting, under his weight. 1 step, 2 steps, and so on. The way home were long, and he had to walk through many desolated streets to finally catch up with the big city block, in which he lived. The big grey concrete road, which flattened onto the straight road, burned up his sweaty feet, as he approached the big block of brick. He opened the door, just to find the house empty once again. Not that he cared.
He threw his school back in the lobby, and got into his room. He stood still and stared through the greasy window. There he stood, like that, for some time, frozen. Frozen by the chilling air that had hit him. He took a look around in the little room, with a friendly look painted all over his face.
“i’m home..” he whispered to himself and sighed.
“There were two voices, weren’t there?”
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