Day 04

Mood: Disgusted (horrible for Thanksgiving I know)

One moment I was surrounded by flowers and the next moment they were engulfed in flames. I couldn’t move, was I too afraid? Or was I curious how they would burn? Did I just not want to move? I wouldn’t know because it was just all a dream. I woke up to the roof of my school, a private school for aristocratic children with nothing better to do than flaunt their material possessions and wealth. I am not like them, an outcast of sorts, I came here on a academic scholarship, so I’m supposed to set a standard, but my fellow peers don’t look at me twice because my pockets aren’t lined with gold. Teachers don’t want to give me the time of day either, I’m street trash to them. Oh did I mention I’m an orphan? I have no family, I had a sister but fate took her away from me, but then fate put me in this abomination of a school. The school board had a field day taking me into their school, they probably thought “look a genius and he’s an orphan let’s take him in to show our love for the lower class.” Inconceivable I tell you. I’m fifteen yet I’m about to graduate this year, move on to college and then live the rest of my life making money and then dying. I was told that the only dependable thing about the future is uncertainty, but I know how it goes, you wake up, you work, you go home, you sleep and you repeat, there is maybe a one in a million chance that something interesting happens but even then after a few years you forget what happened and then life goes on. So why do I keep going? Sometimes I question myself, but I guess I have to. I close my eyes again to go back to sleep until a loud clumsy crashing of a door distracts me.

“Lucian! Class has begun, they want you in now, they yelled at me to get you, they were so mean to me!” My only friend in the entire school, Chad. He is the son of some court justice and sent him here to integrate socially, unfortunately he hasn’t shown any sign of post-pubescent manliness, he’s barely past five feet only ninety pounds and has no hair beside the ones on his head which are covered by a black beanie he insists on wearing all the time. He was forced to take classes higher than what his infinitesimal mind can handle at this point. I pity him, the other kids mock him, their loss. I get up to greet him.

“Why should I go?” I straighten out my white blazer with a blue insignia of a sword and laurel reefs. Chad is wearing one too but it’s way too large for him, his parents hoped he would grow into it, good luck with that my comrade.

“Because I will get yelled at again, and they can be so scary, they tripped me going out of the class.” Chad started to sob, if I did not know any better I would think he was nine years old but that is not the case. I run a hand through my hair, dyed blue as an act of rebellion a year ago, for what reason I don’t remember, it was stupid, that’s all I know. I still have a tuft of black hair, hair that was the same color of my sister’s. I put my hand on Chad’s hair and pat it as if he were a small animal and he returned my affection with a smile. “So you’re coming back?” Chad asked, wiping his tears.

“Sure, but only because you said so kid.”

“Don’t call me kid, we’re the same age.”

“When you grow six inches, than I will stop.”

“Meanie.” Chad stuck his tongue out at me when we walked from the warm sunny roof into the cold soulless school building.

“And this is why no one takes you seriously.” I closed the door behind me. We walked down the stairs and he changed the topic of the conversation.

“Lucian, why do you hang out with me? I’m not good at sports and I’m not that smart and you got to tutor me, so why?” Chad looked down, depressed, almost ashamed of himself, I swore he started to cry again. Chad was usually cheerful, although easy to cry he always had a smile on his face, his perfectly small white teeth highlighted by his pure blue eyes. I’d say he was an angel but I know they’re just fairy tales but I know he was the closest thing to it. I put my fist to his head.

“It’s because you have a chance in this world, you have a dream. You wanna start your own line of winter clothes, right. You made your beanie yourself and my scarf, didn’t you?” I almost forgot for a second about my scarf, it was very old fashioned with a black and blue pattern, he said it looked good on me because it matched my hair and we had a good laugh about it. Chad’s beanie was special to him, it was the first thing he knitted, it was simple and black but it had a pink skull and crossbones design and the skull was fashioned to look like a heart. I thought it was quite ironic since skull and crossbones means death and made it cute. That beanie went through a lot of abuse since it was first crafted. A bunch of idiots thought it was funny to rip it off his head and stamp on it but Chad just dived over it and got kicked in the stomach so hard he stayed in the hospital for a week. That kid’s admirable, much more than me, a genius with no ambition. “You’re definitely the coolest kid I know.” I grabbed his head and brought it in closer. “So live our lives for us okay?” I whispered to myself as we walked back into our classroom as the best friends we are and will always be. Whether he heard my last comment or not, I'm glad I know someone like him.