Chapter one: School

Chapter One

The room was quiet. About thirty kids in it. All of us doing our final exams. Our last pieces of work we would do at this school of hell. And you may be asking why school was so bad. Usually high school is where you would have some of the most amazing times of your life. Well, I was usually the kid who would spend his lunch hours in the library reading then with the others outside playing baseball or soccer. My name is Marcel. I was more of your outsider kid. The nerd I guess. I was pretty geeky looking anyway. I had brown hair that was combed to the side, Dimples when I smiled, Big kind of square/rounded glasses, A white shirt with a light brown vest, and a brown tie. I was the kid who got straight A’s and didn’t spend his days going to parties, not like I could be invited to one.

 I have been writing for a hour and a half, and I finished. I walked up to the desk, and handed in my exam. I went back to my desk as quiet as I could, trying not do disturb my classmates as I pulled out my book and read tell everyone finished. Then everyone would read or go on there phones while we waited for our marks to come back. We waited for maybe a half and hour before we got them back. “Marcel”, My teacher said, handing back my work. A. As usual. Its not like I’m a try hard, I just want to make it somewhere in life while most others will probably work at fast food places, grocery stores, etc.

 I grabbed my computer bag, and left. Excited for new adventures ahead of me. Not exactly knowing what my future will be, but knowing I will be very useful for some reason.  I left that school with confidence on life, hoping maybe I’ll be big someday. Or at least important. I just need some cash. I waited outside the school until my mother came to pick me up. We drove home to where I could just rest for a little while. "How was your last day sweetie?" My mother asked. "Oh, it was alright. I did my exams. I passed!" "Wonderful. Its a good thing I never have to be worried about your marks." She chuckled. "Yeah, I just wish that I could have enjoyed school a little more. Made friends.." I sighed. "Don't worry Marcel, You will make plenty of friends at college or university, and when you get a job, you'll get along fine with your co-workers." She smiled.

That night we had a home cooked meal, and had a few of my parents friends come over to congratulate my final days in high school. “So what are your plans for your career?” My dad asked. “Well. I had seen a job offering online for a marketing job for these big time guys. There names are Harvey and Johny. They are the studio executives. They  work with celebrities on movies and videos and I think that would be really cool!!” I said with excitement. “Good for you Marcel”, my mother said with a smile.

"But, your just going to skip college and university?! What if you don't get the job?" "Don't  worry dad, I'll go back to school if it doesn't work out. Someone at school was talking about it, and you get payed lots of money."  "Its just not like you." My dad replied. "Don't worry Marcel, everything will be fine, and if not you can just go back to school." She said, looking at my father. My father looked a little concerned, but he didn't say anything, so I guess he was on board with the idea. I was going to try and get the job tomorrow. I am feeling this would be such a good job for me.

I helped clear the table and got the dishes washed. I liked to help around the house as much as I could. It was a way of giving back for the stuff my parents did for me I guess. I put my pajamas on an got into bed. I rested my head on my pillow and shut my eyes. I needed sleep but I'm not tired. I let myself toss and turn in my bed. Tea might help me sleep. I got up from my bed and made my way too the kitchen. I turned on the kettle, and pulled out my tea and honey from the cupboard. I liked to have it before I went to bed. Only when I can't sleep. Helped me sleep better. Speaking about how nervous I am for tomorrow.

I poured the steaming liquids into my cup and put the tea bag in. I let it sit and mixed some honey in with it. I let myself sit at the table and drink it. The house was quiet. I think my parents were sleeping. I didn't feel tired for one thing. "Marcel? What are you doing still up? Its kinda late." My mom said, walking into the kitchen in her housecoat. "Oh, uh.. nervous. Not really tired. I can't sleep." "Aweh.. You'll do fine." She comfored me by giving me a hug. "Thank you. I hope so." "Well, I'm gonna go back to sleep. I just heard you moving around and wanted to check up on you. You have a big day tomorrow, try and get some sleep when you're done with that. Goodnight." "Goodnight mum." 

I finished my tea and put it in the sink. I was feeling a little bit sleepier now. Tea always helps, no matter what. I took off my glasses and got into bed again. I pulled my blankets over myself, hugging onto the blanket, I let myself drift off to sleep, finally.