.... Ugh
.... My head hurts..
A pain spikes through my head. Almost like a thorn. It's really dark. Where am I?
That's when a familiar voice rings out to my ear. It was a woman's voice. Who is calling me?
Enzo!!.. Enzo!! Wake up you stupid kid!!
My eyes open up immediately after that voice called out to me. I pant heavily, my eyes focusing on the blue ceiling on top of me..
My body has immediately broken out in a sweat as I struggle to get up. My body is aching.
The voice calls out to me again. "Enzo! It's time for school get up already!!"
I cough a little as my hand roams around to find my glasses. My eyesight is getting worse day by day but it shouldn't be my fault.
... I mean after all this was bound to happen. My father also had a bad eyesight so his genes probably went into my DNA.
I slowly pick my glasses and wear them on, finally seeing a clear view of my room. My room was like any other kid's room. Blue wallpaper, a bed, a table, a closet and most importantly an 11 feet tall mirror where you can see not only yourself but also your ghost at 3 A. M.
Ugh, my head still hurts.
I slowly step towards the bathroom located just beside my closet. Too oddly specific space for a bathroom. I really think the interior designer of this house had some issues designing it.
It is illogical and annoying at the same time. I splash my face with cold water after putting my glasses down. And then I went outside of the bathroom carefully in case I slip down and die.
The word death coming out of a highschooler's mouth may sound a bit weird and maybe crazy at times, but I had a history of playing with the life string of mine since birth. If I try to list them out, I have to skip school, job, wedding and maybe my own funeral.
That's how big the list is, so to put it short, let's say life doesn't really favour me. I look through my closet to find the new uniform mom had bought for me last week for my new school.
I had a history of changing schools frequently too, because of a particular past I hold with peoples. And I am not sure if I will be able to survive today.
"Seriously black and white uniform?" blegh.
I look at my new uniform with utter disgust. This should not be a school uniform. It had only a white shirt and black pant. No badge, no tie. Talk about a bad taste in designing.
Mom told me this school was really famous for it's strict rules and teachings. And to make it worse, this is only my first day. Others are probably having their 10th day or something.
I wear the overly sized uniform. Put on my old school shoes and get out of my room to reveal a big dining room, attached with the kitchen.
My mom looks me dead in the eyes. Oh shit..
"How many times do I have to call you Mr. Enzo the nobleman?" my mom asks in a mocking voice.
"Sorry, mom.. I had a hard time waking up." I mumble the words out, scared to get a morning slap right at my face.
"Save the sorry, and hurry up eat your breakfast." Mom sits down at her own sit across the round table and urges me to do so.
I look at the breakfast and.. Blegh
Eggs and tomato? Since when did we have this for breakfast?
My mom had already caught on my inner thoughts and eyed me like a serial killer. "I made something light today, since our noble here has a history of vomiting his foods out."
I flinch at her words. "Mom that's not it, I just don't have any appetite." I mumble again.
My mom goes dead silent and after a few seconds later, she speaks. "Eat"
I sit down at the table quickly. "Yes, ma'am. "
I slowly pick the eggs and tomato with a glass full of milk.
Life is really hard when you have eggs and milk together for breakfast. After I finish my healthy nutritious meal, my mom shouts from the kitchen counter with a high pitch voice.
"Go find your bag, and come back here quickly."
A heavy sigh leaves my mouth as I get up from my sit. My body roams around the house, first the kitchen, then my room then the bathroom, trying to find my bag.
That's when I come across a wooden door, I pull on the door and it's locked.
Strange.. Why is it locked?
I call out to mom. "Mom this door is locked!"
My mother looks up from her important work and gives me a blank stare. "That's the storage, you stupid kid.." She rants.
"But why is it locked?" I ask, that's when my mom gives me another death stare. "Sweetheart, your bag is not inside the storage."
Freeze.
"Okay.."
I roam around the house a bit more and finally find my bag sitting on the living room couch. I grab my bag and walk towards the exit confidently. "I am going mom!"
"Wait, I'll take you there." I stop in the middle of my tracks. "You'll take me to school?"
My mom puts her 6 inch heels on and follows me outside. "I don't want you to get lost on the way there. So let me take you there."
I look at my mom for a few moments then step outside of the house with her. I get inside the backseat of the car as my mom starts the car engine.
"Listen Enzo, don't cause a chaos this time. We don't want another incident happening."
I shift uncomfortably in my seat. It would have been nice if she didn't bring that incident.
A few minutes later, our car stops outside a huge building. With black bars as gates. Talk about prison..
" We are here! Your new school. " Mom squeaks in excitement. "Now hurry and get out of the car."
"Do I have to get out? Can't I stay?"
Options pending..
[Option 1: get out of the car
Option 2: Stay inside]
[Option 2 has been selected]
I inhale a deep breath, "Mom I don't want to get out." My mom pauses for a few moments. Suddenly she opens the door of the car and picks me up by the collar. "Your getting out anyway." Then she throws me out of the car.
"Ugh!" I scream in frustration as I watch my mother's car drive off.
Silence..
"Now what? I have no choice but to get inside." I slowly walk towards the school get and pull them open.
Huh? Why is there a lock on this gate too?