-6 Days before everything started-
I woke up at 5 o'clock like every morning. My sister is surly still asleep, my father is probably already awake and my mother normally sleeps until 6 o'clock at least. I got up and got some clothes, I don't really care what exactly I just pick something black from my wardrobe like everyday. I just pick a sweater and sweatpants together with some socks. I took my phone and started watch something until I am fully awake. I know that I should use my time more productively, but I am too sleepy right after waking up early in the morning. After about half an hour I get up and go down to the living room to greet my father, while he is drinking his coffee like almost everyday at this time in the morning.
"Good morning Dad."
He turns his head to look at me.
"Hey already up yet, Luca?"
"Yeah I just woke up about half an hour ago."
"Ah ok. You can get yourself something to eat from the kitchen."
"Ok, dad."
I went to the kitchen and got a few slices of bread and Nutella, before going up to my room to eat. After finishing my breakfast I read through a few novels I really like on my computer and then get up to get my headphones, turn my music on and start doing some exercising. After one set of 30 pushups I get up and continue reading one chapter of the novel I am currently reading. It's a routine which I thought about.
Without completely focusing on getting stronger I want to still keep a strength level of above average for my age. Of course I could train much more if it was really useful to me. The problem I am constantly facing in this world is that the human body has a clear limit, so without finding a method to overcome that set limit it wouldn't really be worthwhile. For a matter of fact I am not planning on pursuing great strength anytime soon, because my body is still far away from that of an adult concerning my height and weight.
-5 days before everything started-
Today is Monday and I get up and do my morning routine and after finishing everything my mother drives me and my sister to school. I always arrive first at school, so me and my sister revise a bit of the stuff we need for today's classes. My sister is 2 years younger than me, so sometimes she asks me stuff about school that she doesn't understand, mostly maths. I don't really care about the things at school, because I know that I probably won't need 99% of the stuff I learn, but I don't have anything better to do while waiting for my friends and I also don't want to have stress at home because my grades suck, so I am just learning enough to get at least C's in every subject. After 20 minutes the first friends of mine arrive. I don't really try to make friends, but I already know him for a few years, so I am used to talk to him, basically everyday at school, but after school we barely talk to each other or chat, so I wouldn't really say we are something like best friends.
"Hey Luca, did you study for today's math test."
"What are you talking about, Max? You still think we are going to have a test today, I really don't think so."
"Well if we do have a test you are going to be fucked aren't you? So don't come to me and complain if you completely fail in the test..."
While talking I had some kind of weird ominous feeling like something wasn't quite right. I didn't really pay a lot of attention to it at that time, but that was possibly the beginning of the end.
-after school-
Max, my few other friends and I are standing together at the bus station and are currently waiting for our buses to arrive. I am not really talking to them and I am just looking something up on my phone and listening to them a bit. Max's sister asks if anyone wants to play some game that is really popular right now, but I don't really think it's really fun, so I would rather just keep reading a novel on my phone. I am pretty sure Max's sister has a crush on me for various reasons but one of them is that she always wants to do stuff after school like talking over phone, not that I really care about her, but it really is a bit bothersome.
"Luca? What about you? You don't want to tell me that you have something better to do today do you?"
She's smiling at me but I really don't feel like I'd have fun so I am so I am just kindly declining her invitation and hope that she'd just give up.
"Hmm let me think. Oh I just remembered that I still haven't learned for our chemistry test on Wednesday and I really have to get a good grade in chemistry. But surely it will be fun even if I am not there."
She wanted to say something, but luckily for me the bus was arriving right at that moment, so my friends had to quickly leave to catch the bus.
"Bye Dave, bye James."
"Yeah bye Luca. If you do have time you can just join in if you want to."
"Yeah sure."
I grab my school bag and go to my bus stop, which is a few dozen meters away from theirs.
When leaving I again had that weird feeling I had the same morning, but this time I thought that it couldn't just be a coincidence. I felt like something like that is always an important detail that can lead to a big crisis when ignored, so after experiencing the same feeling two times, I was getting really suspicious about it.
Later I would be really happy to have listened to my instincts.
-the day before everything happened-
I've been on guard in school the whole time since Monday and now it's already Friday and I noticed a few weird things while observing my surroundings carefully.
The first thing I noticed was that the weird feeling would only appear, when I met my friends of left them. Of course I googled and tried everything but as you could predict I found nothing. So I came to the conclusion that this was only happening to me or to people who didn't post anything on the internet.
If I am correct with my assumption than it could result in something really serious and possibly really bad. I of course have no clear way to prove that the consequences could really be as bad as I think, but I wouldn't get an ominous feeling for nothing, so I am setting my trust in my instincts and in what I believe and maybe that bad thing could actually be exactly what I wanted.
And just to be sure I decided to take a black multi use knife with me, I got that knife from my grandpa, when I was younger and although I don't believe I'll need it I would much rather have it with me than not have any weapon at all.
And, when Looking back at that time I can just say that taking this knife would be a lot more important than I could've actually guessed at that time.