*Beep!*
*Beep!*
*Be-!*
A hand shot up to the desk by the bed, swiftly shutting down the rousing alarm.
"Huap~!"
Sitting up from their bed, a low yawn escape as a next series of groans comes along from the morning stretches.
Wiping away dirt in the eyes, their arm went behind to the back to scratch that morning itch.
Groggily, they got off the bed still with some drowsy lingering, eyelids half-closed as they made their way to the bathroom.
Flipping the switch light illuminate the white porcelain tiles in the room, they held a hand up to block a yawn.
Across, a mirror reflected the image of an adolescent face of a boy with messy black hair, obsidian eyes, and a decent face, not too ugly or handsome.
His pajamas are some green shorts that reaches the knee and a plain white baggy shirt.
Thus began the routine, he grabs the toothbrush in a cup, and with a flick of his finger the toothpaste is being squeezed out.
It glides through the air before settling on the bristles, naturally he began to clean his teeth.
He went through this same routine all of his life, so it ended quickly with him out of the restroom with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist.
Going through his closet, he grabbed whatever is the most comfortable while making sure the outfits matches each other.
The last thing he wanted was to go out looking like a clown, putting on the clothes, he wore a grey sweater, a black undershirt and a beige cargo pants.
Satisfied with the attire, he went to a desk at the corner of his room, it was clustered with books and papers scattered everywhere.
Todays was his Math Homework's deadline, he nearly spent all night just by finishing it up, but he managed.
His packed with the books he needed and homework, downstair is his next destination.
Exiting the room, he can smell the alluring aroma coming from the kitchen.
An invisible finger wagging it index for him to follow, temptation high, his body moved on his own.
It lured him down the stairs and brought him to the dining table where the smell grew stronger, his stomach grumbling from the smell alone.
"Young man, what did I say before!? No flying in the house!" a stern voice breaks him out of the trance.
"Uh...Sorry mom." He apologized with a monotonous voice, his whole body levitating in the air plops back down to the ground.
"You know the rules Mikey, no powers in the house." She crossed her arms still in authoritative mode.
"Let off on the kid a bit honey, he's a teenager now, not a young little boy." His father voice intercept in to save his boy from a lecture his wife was about to give.
The boy stared with a grateful expression towards his father, who's busy reading the morning newspaper as he took a sip of his coffee.
"Haa...alright, just make sure not to do it again Mikey." Her fingers clenched the bridge of her nose at the leniency her husband showed.
The only respond she got was a blank stare nod, which only further her sigh.
He quickly took a seat across his father, and his mom followed along to place some bacon, mashed potatoes and eggs on their plates.
Once his mother took her own seat, the spoon in his hand dive down to the mash potatoes.
Scooping up a portion, he brought it up to his mouth as it inches near his tongue.
What he expected is some good salty potatoes but it only tasted like air.
Looking to the spoon, it has bended downwards causing the mash to fall back onto the plate.
"Here." This was a regular occurrence, so an extra spoon on hand was a normal necessity for her young boy.
"Thanks." His power sometimes act on their own when he's not fully concentrated.
Soon their plates were all emptied out, having his fill Mikey was about to get up from the table.
"Hold up there sport, don't forget your lunch money!"
His father reminded him of the green on the table.
The 10 dollar bill was nabbed and pocketed before he excused himself out.
"Be safe honey!" His mom shouted, while she grabbed the plates off the table.
She didn't get a response back but knows he listened to her.
As the door clicks signifying their son gone, the newspaper in the middle aged man hands drops to the table.
"Don't you think you're a little too worried for our boy?" Her husband audacious question near got him a frown.
"What do you mean too 'worried'? I'm being perfectly reasonable."
"Are you sure? Because it looks like you wanted to walk with him to school." Her hands stopped mid motion scrubbing the plates.
"W-Well I am just concerned...he's been all alone all of his life."
"I mean not totally alone, he has us." He quickly shuts up after saying that when he saw how dead those stares came from his lovely wife.
"You know that's not what I meant, I want him to have friends, and maybe if lucky enough...get a girlfriend."
A small wistful sigh escaped the woman, as she only wishes the best for her son — to achieve a normal life.
Then a hand, a rough and familiar one landed on her shoulder.
"Don't worry honey, I'm sure Mikey will do just fine, he's still growing up."
"But what if he doesn't?"
"You doubting our son now? That boy will turned out to be like me, a handsome and strong man!" Despite being the opposite of his description, except the strong part.
Her spirit has successfully been lifted by her husband foolish antics, but it was this fool she loved with all of her heart.
"Aren't you going to be late for your job dear?"
"Ah-" Paused mid flexing his bicep, he looks to the clock, and felt the color drained from his face.
While his wife silently laugh to her hand in a soft giggle.
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The world moves at it own pace, time waits for no man, not even those who are struggling in life.
That's why you need to go along with the motion, because at times there's nothing you can do to oppose a natural concept.
I, Mike Walker, am nothing more than a subject impose on this world.
My life is not bleak, I have loving parents that I cherish deeply, but like any normal person...
I wanted to be more than what I am today, to break out of my silent shell and spread my wings to flock with people I can call my friends.
It's normal to dream of being popular, having a fun friend group and getting a beautiful girlfriend.
"No no, that's way too wishy..."
But still...it would be nice.
*Ring!*
*Ring!*
*Ring!*
I nearly jolted straight out of my seat when the bellowing bell announced the end of first period.
It seems I day dream through history class again.
A sigh whistled out, before I settled down my anxious heart.
I look over to everyone in the class, there's a variety of groups that were in their own conversation that I could barely follow.
There's the sporty ones, the popular ones, the nerds, and the self proclaimed loners that actually bonded over their own loneliness.
While me? I'm the true loner.
I didn't have a single person to talk to, I'm very quiet and from what I heard is that I always have such a blank face.
At the beginning when high school started, I tried to fit in by striking up every conversations I can with all of my classmates but I came off across like a social wreck.
Due to my upbringing of being alone most of my life, I didn't have the slightest clue on how to being friends with anyone.
That memory from past me trying his hardest to communicate with anyone still haunts me to this very day that I literally wanted to dig myself a grave.
The humiliation will live in my consciousness for eternity.
My eyes then settled on a radiant light in this classroom, the person who is undoubtedly the most idealized human I ever come across.
"Yo Kevin, you coming to hang out with us in the mall after school? Maybe hit the arcade while we at it?"
"Sure, sounds fun!"
Blonde hair that looks similar to gold combed neatly into the side with some bangs hanging, pure baby blue eyes, tall like a tree, a captain of the soccer team and rank first in our grade in every subject.
A perfect human in every aspect, the opposite of me.
He's Kevin Smith, the number one popular boy in this school for his exceptionally godly good looks that makes those that walk past him heads turn.
"Ughh...You boys with your games. It's going to rot your brain one of these days."
Then my gaze went to a red headed beauty, long hair that reaches the waist, a slender figure, and coupling with her red pinkish eyes to compliment her pretty face.
She's the prettiest girl in this school who's the childhood friend of Kevin, Crystal White.
There's rumor surrounding them that they are actually dating, I have no idea if that's true but it wouldn't surprise me.
They are perfect for each other.
Then before I knew it, I entered a deep trance, daydreaming until the bells signaling the end of the school day.
As others left with their own cliques, I sat by myself in this empty classroom with no one to accompany with.
I have no more business in this classroom, so I pack up and left the gates.
The concrete floor I grown used to seeing, counting every tiles I stepped on.
Looks like today will just be an ordinary day with no progress of friends being made.
I should head home, it doesn't matter if I memorize all the popular places people should go when having friends.
But this time it's a little sadder today, so I took a longer route, a walk could help me clear my head.
"The park would be nice."
A destination clear in mind, my legs take me there and I spaced out with nothing else catching my interest.
Arriving at the lovely park, a few joggers passed by me, the residential cats gave me a little a wave with their tails when I come across one, and the occasional couples holding hands together.
An area I haven't visited for a while.
This place was my childhood, I remembered when I was younger I tried to make friends by showing them some objects moving on their own, but they lost interest quickly.
There's also that playground I used to play, I also had to push myself with the swings.
"I wonder how it looks now..."
It's been a couple years since I've been here, the park has barely changed, which makes it all the more nostalgic.
A little further, I can see the small pond that used to be filled with koi fishes now all gone, a hotdog stand also gone, and now I'm anxious what's changed.
Slowly the countless memories about this playground kept on reminding me, I had no one.
Then came the view of the playground illuminated by the evening orange dew.
The old metal slide that's now slightly rusted, a seesaw that was missing a seat, the merry go round looks about the same.
I didn't mind I was now stepping on sand with my sneakers, when all I can do is reminisce.
'The swing.'
It was only behind this big slide, one of my favorites here, but nothing comes close to the swing.
'I hope the rope is still holding on.'
There was 2 swings if I remembered correctly, I hope they can still handle me when I'm now much larger.
Moving around the slide, what I expected was to be a deserted set of swings but there was someone.
'Who is she?'
I never seen a person like this before, not in this neighborhood at least, because there's no one here that has long flowing hair that is as white as snow.
It's even stranger when she's dressed in a gothic Lolita dress while holding onto a black parasol, sitting still on the swing.
"How long are you going to stare? It's quite rude to be staring so intensely at a lady."
Her voice sounded so smooth to hear that I can feel it tickling my ears sensually.
"S-Sorry..."
"Oh no need to be sorry. In fact I'm feeling quite dreary over here myself."
Her parasol lowered and moved out of the way as she turns to look at me.
"Could you keep me company here?"
My mind completely blanked at that moment, she's ethereal.
Pale skin that looks cold to the touch, long lashes that matches her hair, soft small lips with a pinkish tone, and those pressuring sanguine orbs that can match any ruby gem.
I'm sweating bullets on how to approach her.
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A/N: This is my first novel written here, so go easy on me if I do make some rookie mistake. Constructive criticism, and writing advice will be greatly appreciated.
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