Chapter 1
I’m half awake, just like any morning. Eyes struggling to stay open and I’m consistently changing between being awake or asleep. Everything feels normal, right?
I lay quietly on my double bed, soaking in all the atmosphere. The deafening silence to my surprise. In the distance, I can hear the faint sounds of sheep on the grassy hills and footsteps coming from the hallway I think. Perhaps my room. I can’t tell; darkness is surrounding my view.
Suddenly, a white, dazzling light blinded me from in front. My eyes burnt like they were in lemon juice, but I try and adjust. It was the curtains. Now I can see the dark silhouette of a woman. Curvy, I must add. Her long lushes hair flowed down her back like a waterfall. She looks like a model getting closer and closer to me.
Then I realise that’s my mum. A bit embarrassing really. But I don’t ever remember her waking me up in the morning. Or her ever being this well dressed at 7:00am.
With the light flooding my room, I could see that everything was white. White floors, white doors even a white desk near my curtains, which to no surprise was white as well.
My bed differed though. A more light blue than a plain white shade. Everything looked so colourless, as if it had no life to it.
“Good morning sweetheart,” my mum spoke in a sort of childish voice. Her long nails brushing through my messy bed hair, “how did you sleep?”
“I can’t tell if it was good or not,” I explained in a relatively quiet voice, “it felt as if I had been out for a while.” My brain was still trying to compute with everything. It was like an error and my brain was trying to point it out.
“Well, it’s time for school,” she whispered slowly into my ear. It was kind of freaky if I’m to be honest. I nodded at her, something I commonly do.
She strutted out of my room and I was left their all on my own. “That was weird,” I mumbled under my breath.
Slowly, and not very elegantly, I clambered out of my bed. Sliding off the surprising tall furniture, I felt the icy, wooden floor on my feet. From up here, I could see that this room was immaculate. No small stains or anything hiding in any corner of my room. Rather pretty if I say so myself.
As I opened my wardrobe door, I noticed a blast of colour. It was as if I had entered a new room. Shame I have to wear uniform today.
I slid into my grotesque outfit and headed down stairs. My blazer rubbed against my arms, sure to cause a rash tomorrow. Walking down the stairs, my trousers dug into the back of my legs and the bottom button on my dull, stiff shirt pinged off into the distance.
“Wow,” I silently thought to myself “this house surely can’t be mine.”
Every petit thing impressed me. From light up banisters to a large aquarium wrapped up in the stair case. Everyone had to be astounded by the magnificence of this structure.
From in the corridors, i could hear loads mumbling in the kitchen. It sounded like a male voice to me. “Urgh, another one of mum’s boyfriends,” I groaned. I hated her boyfriends; they all think they can treat me like trash. Pretend I’m not as much as a human compared to them.
As I wondered into the kitchen, to my surprise, I saw a face familiar to me.
“Dad?!” I shouted out over the room, “what are you doing here?”
Everyone in the room glared at me weirdly. Did I do anything?
“What do you mean, lad?” My dad asked me. His voice sounded like a bro and he acted as if he had zero understanding in what I meant.
“I thought mum had put a restraining order against you,” I added.
“What gave you that impression mate?” He questioned me.
I looked at both my parents, who were also looking back at me. All of us were confused.
“It’s just that you lot are divorced,” I explained, “remember when mum caught you making my half sister?”
And they’re still just staring at me. I noticed the small frown he gave me and his eyes slightly opened. His eyebrows raised at a weird angle too.
“How dare you suspect me of such preposterous accusations!” He yelled at me in such a low tone, “I wouldn’t even consider such scandalous acts on your dear mother.”
I was surprised; I could if sworn they were arguing only yesterday. Leaving the room, I felt only right to hold my head down in shame, for my memory had left my dad in a such violent way.
“Get ready!” He screamed from the other room, “the helicopter is on the pad waiting for you to go to school.”
