*Bzzzzzz* *Bzzzzzz*
The dreadful alarm clock, which always starts my day. I've always believed that waking up should be peaceful and non abrupt, but this alarm just bleeds through my ear and aggravates me.
No it angers me because it leads to the start of another bland school day. Where I learn useless junk, just to memorize and spit it out. Where I eventually come home to a household that not only hates my presence, but prefers to pretend I don't exist.
My parents are divorced and when custody battle happened neither side wanted me. Why?
"I don't have time to take care of the kid" They both said.
To have the audacity to say that to a judge, while standing in front of your son. I was only six, but I remember the face of anger when my father got custody and the laughter of my mother when she realized she was in the clear.
(Wow I know right? This sounds really shitty and all, but can we get to the story already. That's what your thinking, am I wrong ?)
(Come on, before we get to the story, you've got to understand the cliche Main Character backstory. )
How did I deal with this? Well, my one escape was reading and my god did I read a lot. You think you read a lot. No you don't. I lived in the library fetching my hands on any book I could get since I was seven.
Though I loved my Shakespeare and Tolstoy, I was entranced by fantasy. More importantly super powers or the super natural.
It was like a drug to me. The idea that you could suddenly be given powers or be transported into another world with god given gifts felt comforting.
I would fall asleep dreaming about getting some super special item or being transported because it's what made me keep moving forward. Hoping for that chance, even though in the back of my head I knew it would never happen.
Until I heard a 'self proclaimed' god say he would grant our deepest wishes, then proceeded by blowing two peoples heads off.
Yeah you heard me right. He blew them up. There was no snap, no hand movement, no conjuring some of sort of spell. He just did it.
He said his name Reccem.
Wait or was it Rocco? Nah it was definitely Reccem, which in my opinion kinda a lame name, but who am I to judge an omnipotent god.
Who am I? I am the main character of this story. The great, the powerful, the unbelievable, with a sad backstory. I am intelligent, strong, charismatic, beautiful-
-Hey, hey, hey don't leave yet. I know I'm taking my time, but if you were as cool as me, your introduction better be at least this long. Though given the time and your attention span I'll keep it short.
I'm just a 17 year old junior who's name is Aidan Wright. Don't forget it alright?
You sure you got it? Say it with me Aidan Wright.
And this is my story. So buckle up because this isn't your normal novel, it's your normal cliche novel with a little spice.
So let's get started and let me take you back 10 minutes before I watched two heads get blown up.