Do you believe in love ?
Doesn't matter.
How long do you think it takes to fall in love ?
It depends you can't really tell .
- Years, months, weeks or even a second .
No one is really sure.
Well it took me precisely 3months, 2weeks and 2days to do that. There reaches a time when one falls in love it's not something extraordinary it's common and sometimes hurts like a bitch.
One moment I felt so alive and right now so....un alive. .
3months, 2weeks and 2days ago...
*****August****...
..." Wake up ! Wake up you're gonna be late for school " the annoying voice pierced through my eardrums while I was being shaken out of sleep the only person evil enough to wreck my sleep is mom. With my vision still blurry I woke up and sat on the bed trying to piece together what was so urgent that I had to wake up. A splash of cold water on my face and I screamed. " Hey "
" You gonna be late for school your never good with time you know that. " mom smiled and walked out of my somehow messy room.
Like that my precious sleep was destroyed no matter how much I wanted to go back to it I couldn't. " I should have locked the door " I whispered to myself as I stood up to go to the bathroom to clean myself up
Oh wait. . . We haven't met yet.
Hey I'm Troy. Troy Mike. That's right no surname. Mike may be a surname out there, I think, but not in my country but it's okay no one really gives a crap about who doesn't have a surname and who does except old people who like sticking there noses in other people's business. I'm seventeen years and twenty four days old and in my last year or term in highschool it exists me especially that I won't be missing it. All my years of highschool I kept from jumping from one school to another, expelled, suspended for sometime and I refused to go back, moving. So basically I'm a bad kid, mom thinks otherwise. She believes my acts don't define me, the inner me. I even wonder why she's so confident about the inner me, I mean come on I am me. I don't blame her though, she's a teacher/counselor, counselor for kids, suicidal, addicts, runaways and even killers. She's been my teacher/mom/counselor since I was fifteen when it got the better of me, she became one because of me, I think, she says she'd always wanted to be one. So anyway she's my best friend I know, sad right. I tell her everything that happens in my life and it's okay with me. I've always had it rough to socialize, I was always the new weird kid with problems and somehow kids managed to find out my past and I became repulsive some of the reasons why we moved a bunch of other reasons which I rather not talk about.
I think this new school is a new beginning and if not fuck it I've always been a loner plus I'm leaving high school, soon.
I took a warm shower brushed my teeth, and wore a simple short and I moved down to the dining room where my mom was seated. She was in her late thirties but still looked like a twenty two year old well almost, one thing, she was beautiful I envied my dad for that. I was her only so she obviously loved me a lot and so did I. It was me and her.
I headed towards the four-seater wooden dining table square in shape it reminded me of our old dining table which had cricking worn-out chairs, this one was new. I liked it's shiny yellowish brown color. I sat and soaked in the newness of it. New things are always attractive. I usually don't eat breakfast but it pulled me and I couldn't resist. " Why aren't you in Uniform ? " mom asked me.
" I don't want to get food, I have to be extremely smart " I paused "wise right" I continued with confidence. " You do know that you are about to become an adult, right ? " she asked me mockingly . I wanted to say "yeah so I can do whatever I want " but instead nodded my head in agreement " Well act like it " she said a bit annoyed. " Don't worry I'm a boy I don't dress up slowly mom. " she gave me a disapproving nod.
" But Troy..." I stood up swiftly and went to dress up. I knew what was coming.
I reached my room the brand new uniform awaited me on a hanger, obviously mom had put it there. Yap she had cleaned and ironed it for me.
I wore a navy blue trouser, put on a white shirt and covered it with a bus coat and the navy blue tie around my neck. I put on my white socks with blue doll like designs ( I remember it was mom who had bought them, she said she liked the dolls, obviously I hated them ) I concluded my dressing equation with my black and white sneakers or all stars( many refer them to that) I tied my white laces. Back to the head up I combed my hair but not so much it looked a bit messy. I felt satisfied by the time I took dressing up.
I moved down to the dining room where my mom was.
" Oh my. . . 911 there is a handsome man in my house " she said with a smile walking towards me.
"Mom. . . stop it " I said as I blushed.
"Alright, alright you better head to school now. " she said as she fixed my tie.
" And try to socialize make some friends Troy. . . " she was still saying when I cut her off. I hate it whenever she starts that conversation.
" Bye mom " I head towards the door and pick up my bag. I had put their three new books and two old ones, for some reason
" Sorry " she said and picked up her purse and searched through it " But Troy I want you to have this " she got out a silver watch and handed it to me. " It belonged to your dad " she says her voice emotional.
I knew what that was about so I moved close and hugged her. " I will be fine mom" I comforted her. " Alright then you better get going " as she patted on my shoulder I was a bit taller than her which was a bummer those days when I was young small and carriable she'd carry me to the bus whenever it came to pick me up from home to school it was embarrassing then but I kinda miss it.
" Bye mom "
" Bye Troy "
I headed to school. I took a motorcycle to get there early. I didn't get there early though.
I reached the school gate ' Levi's High School ' that's how it read. I checked my watch and it was 7: 50 a.m. I had read about the school program and knew lessons started at 8:00a.m so I had ten minutes to get to class unfortunately I didn't know where it was .
I was lucky though, mom had sorted out everything with the administration the previous week on Monday so my role was to just go the next Monday which was that day and study.
***to be continued....