1.The First Day

Do you believe in love ?

Doesn't matter.

How long do you think it takes to fall in love ?

It depends you can't really tell .

- Years, months, weeks or even a second .

No one is really sure.

I read somewhere it takes 0.2seconds to fall in love, so there is that.

Well it took me precisely 3months, 2weeks and 2days to do that. There reaches a time when one falls in love it's not something extraordinary it's common and sometimes hurts like a bitch.

One moment I felt so alive and right now so....un alive. .

3months, 2weeks and 2days ago......

*****August****...

..." Wake up ! Wake up you're gonna be late for school " the annoying voice pierced through my eardrums while I was being shaken out of sleep the only person evil enough to wreck my sleep is mom. With my vision still blurry I woke up and sat on the bed trying to piece together what was so urgent that I had to wake up. A splash of cold water on my face and I screamed. " Hey! "

" You're gonna be late for school, you're never good with time you know that. " mom smiled and walked out of my somehow messy room.

Like that my precious sleep was destroyed no matter how much I wanted to go back to it, it was a gone case. Farewell my lovely sleep.

" I should have locked the door " I whispered to myself as I stood up to go to the bathroom to tidy myself up for a brand new hopefully, best start.

Oh! Wait. . .

We haven't met yet.

Hey there I'm Troy. Troy Mike. That's right no surname. Mike or Troy may be surnames out there, I think, but not in my country but it's okay no one really gives a crap about who doesn't have a surname and who does except old people who like sticking there noses in other people's business. I'm seventeen years and two months old, though when people ask me my age I tell them eighteen, I mean it's not like ten months is that far away, is right? I'm in my last year or term in highschool it excites me especially that I won't be missing it. All my years of highschool I kept from jumping from one school to another, expelled, suspended for sometime and I refused to go back, moving.

So basically I'm a bad kid, mom thinks otherwise. She believes my acts don't define me, the inner me. I even wonder why she's so confident about the inner me, I mean come on I am me. I don't blame her though, she's a teacher/counselor, counselor for kids, suicidal, addicts, runaways and even killers. She's been my teacher/mom/counselor since I was fifteen when it got the better of me, she became one because of me, I think, she says she'd always wanted to be one.

So anyway she's my best friend I know, sad right. I tell her everything that happens in my life and it's okay with me(some of it).

I've always had it rough to socialize, I was always the new weird kid with problems and somehow kids managed to find out my past and I became repulsive some of the reasons why we moved a lot, a bunch of other reasons which I rather not talk about.

I think this new school is a new beginning and if not **** it I've always been a loner plus I'm leaving high school, soon.

I took a warm shower brushed my teeth, and wore a simple short and then moved down to the dining room where my mom was seated. She was in her late thirties but still looked like a twenty two year old, well... Almost. One thing I know, she was beautiful and I envied my dad for that. I was her only so she obviously loved me a lot and so did I. It was me and her.

I headed towards the four-seater wooden dining table square in shape it reminded me of our old dining table which had cracks and worn-out chairs, this one was new. I liked it's shiny yellowish brown color. I sat and soaked in the newness of it. New things are always attractive. I usually don't eat breakfast but it pulled me and I couldn't resist. " Why aren't you in Uniform ? " mom asked me.

" I don't want to get food, I have to be extremely smart " I paused "wise right" I continued with confidence.

" You do know that you are about to become an adult, right ? " she asked me mockingly . I wanted to say "yeah so I can do whatever I want " but instead nodded my head in agreement " Well act like it " she said a bit annoyed. " Don't worry I'm a boy I don't dress up slowly mom. " she gave me a disapproving nod.

" But Troy..." I stood up swiftly and went to dress up. I knew what was coming.

I reached my room the brand new uniform awaited me on a hanger, obviously mom had put it there. Yap she had cleaned and ironed it for me.

I wore a navy blue trouser, put on a white shirt and covered it with a bus coat and the navy blue tie around my neck. I put on my white socks with blue doll-like designs ( I remember it was mom who had bought them, she said she liked the dolls, obviously I hated them ) I concluded my dressing equation with my black and white sneakers or all stars( many refer them to that) I tied my white laces. Back to the head, I combed my hair but not so much it looked a bit messy. I felt satisfied by the time I had taken dressing up, it was enough so I guessed I was smart.

I moved down to the dining room where my mom was.

" Oh my. . . 911 there is a handsome man in my house. " she said with a smile walking towards me.

"Mom. . . stop it " I said as I blushed.

"Alright, alright you better head to school now. " she said as she fixed my tie.

" And try to socialize make some friends Troy. . . " she was still saying when I cut her off. I hate it whenever she starts that conversation.

" Bye mom " I headed towards the door and picked up my bag. I had put their three new books and two old ones, for some reason.

" I hope you didn't forget about your... "

" Yes Mom I took three. "

" Oh! That's good. "

" I have to go now. "

" Sorry " she said and picked up her purse and searched through it.

" But Troy I want you to have this. " she got out a silver watch and handed it to me.

" It belonged to your dad " she said her voice emotional.

I knew what that was about so I moved close and hugged her. " I will be fine mom" I comforted her.

" Alright then you better get going. " As she patted on my shoulder I was a bit taller than her which was a bummer those days when I was young small and carryable she would carry me to the bus whenever it came to pick me up from home to school it was embarrassing then but I kinda miss it now.

" Bye mom "

" Bye Troy "

I headed to school. I took a motorcycle to get there early. I didn't get there early though.

I reached the school gate ' Levi's High School ' that's how it read. I checked my watch and it was 7: 50 a.m. I had read about the school program and knew lessons started at 8:00a.m so I had ten minutes to get to class unfortunately I didn't know where it was .

I was lucky though, mom had sorted out everything with the administration the previous week on Monday so my role was to just go the next Monday which was that day and study.

***to be continued....

So sorry guys but I definitely did some changes to this story and it went bad.

It's not going to be as perfect as the tittle but at least try to read and go easy on me guys, writing is editing. Writing is also hard.

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' Oh ! Did I mention I love you ? '

I don't know whether it's a good book, I'll need your feedback on it.

Peace love all you, who support me.

Found a way for you guys to read my book and not get confused. I'm numbering the chapters, chapters that aren't numbered skip those, ans read the numbered ones.

This is one.

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