The Beginning (Preview)
#9 of Not Your Average School Year
Preview of the second part of Not Your Average School Year
Hey guys! don't want you to think that i fell of the face of the earth. Still working profusely to finish this story, but for me to do it right i'm going to split Not Your Average School Year into two series. This way i can fully develop the story how it should and it will allow you the users to receive more content. I'm posting the preview for the beginning of the yet unnamed second part of Not Your Average Schoolyear. Let me know how you guys like it, with feedback really helping me out. Took a break from writing for a while and needed to know if my skill has dwindled, or needs some polishing. Hope you guys enjoy it!
"Has it been six months already?" said a groggy fox, rubbing his eyes and awakening to the cold silent room. He looked around, noticing the disarray that his bedroom had fallen into. Clothes strewn about like confetti, dust coating the air, and a funky aroma that could only come from a bedroom that hasn't been cleaned in months.
'Another day in this wretched world' thought the fox as his sobs turned into tears, pouring down his face. His emotions had gotten the best of him as they have since that dreadful day. Things were never the same ever since then. The court trial, the funeral, the whole situation was just too overwhelming for the young man. It was as if the world was out to get him, without a way of shielding himself from the horrors that had befallen him. He was broken, damaged, and still trying to cling to life.
He got out of bed slowly as if his body was going in slow motion. He thought of each step he took, his body feeling 200 pounds heavier and straining to just get out of bed.
He stood there momentarily still eyeing the room around him with a look of uncertainty.
"What am i going to do?" He said aloud with no one to listen. He asked himself this very question every morning with no answer. Sighing, he goes into the bathroom to begin his day with the amount of effort a child would give to algebra. He brushes his teeth, showers, gets dressed and sits himself at the kitchen table with a bowl, spoon, milk, and 2 day old raisin bran. His life was nothing but a chore now, the remanence of his past life fading day by day. He still yearns to see those beautiful blue eyes again, even for a second. He continues looking around the room, processing every item in it, as if he were looking for a lost treasure. He was frightened, alone, and vulnerable. He never would have imagined the way his life had turned out, but it could've been worse.
Looking at the soggy cereal floating around the bowl, he imagined the way things could've been if the world hadn't bitten him in the ass that day. A happy life with his mother still here and the boyfriend of his dreams still by his side.
'Oh, how i wish things could've turned out that way but there was nothing i could've done. Yes I could've handled the situation better, but who else would've had the strength to do so'
The young fox wished his guardian angel would return and save him from his own Hell, but the wolf is probably half way around the world by now. Probably in the arms of a more handsome, stronger wolf. The fox never knew what the wolf saw in him, but he was grateful for the time they were able to spend with each other. Scott was everything he had hoped for and to move on from him was more difficult than he thought. Abruptly he stopped the thoughts in his head for they would only bring back more of the pain he had been trying to quell.