My eyes opened slowly to reveal my room as I woke. The gray-blue walls matching the silvery light from the cloud covered sky from my window, making everything dull and grey in color. For awhile I just laid there. Listening to the soft downpour from outside.

But I had to get up.

I groaned softly as I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The clothes I picked out yesterday from my dresser still sat on top of the wooden piece of furniture.
I groggily left my bed and pulled on the clothes before shuffling into the bathroom. I turned on the sink and let the cold water flow, throwing some onto my face to wake up further.
I looked up at the mirror and just stared at my reflection, my deep brown eyes staring back at me, "Morning Brandon. Jesus... you look like hell". My lack of sleep was painfully obvious, I had dark circles under my eyes and my long dark hair hung down the sides of my head in tangled knots.

I found little sleep nowadays, not with homework and essays being handed out every day from school.

Finished with the bathroom I headed downstairs, pulled out a box of cereal, watching as the dried flaked fell into the empty bowl I had set out. I ate in silence, not a single word was spoken. Probably because there was nobody to speak to. My adoptive parents never were early risers, even though the son who they had gone through so much trouble to get, was late to the bus on multiple occasions until he learned the secret of caffeine.

I left a note on the countertop before grabbing my things and slipping out the door, making sure to pick up the spare key on my way. It's also very common for my parents to lock me outside in the afternoons.

The day had passed quickly and as usual left me with an overwhelming amount of homework and essays that I was never gonna get done and I sulked as I got on the bus to take me home, walking to the back and slumping in a seat. I scowled angrily out the window as I thought of all the essays and worksheets I had to complete in the span of twelve hours.

In my current state of sulky-ness, I failed to notice the footsteps behind me until the culprit made themselves known be cautiously tapping me on the shoulder. "Hey are you ok?", a soft voice broke my concentration and I turned to face the one who dared to violate my brooding moment.

I turned to find the perpetrator had somehow taken the form of someone I couldn't hit in order to relieve my anger. A short skinny girl stood in the isle between the seats, her long brown hair fell down well below shoulder length and her eyes were covered in a pair of thick rimmed glasses, a joyous sparkle seemingly glowing within the depths of the her magenta irises. My scowl softened as I returned my focus to the window, "I'm fine", my voice sounded harsh and scratchy as I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head.

The girl simply nodded and sat down in the seat across from me, pulling out her phone and plugging in a pair of earbuds.
We didn't talk the rest of the bus ride.

As I walked into my room I finally cracked.
My backpack slid off of my arm and fell to the floor. I stumbled to my bed and just laid there, my eyes staring blankly at the ceiling above.

Was this it?

Is this how my life is gonna be... Forever?

I didn't even realize I was crying until all I could see were blurred colors through the tears.

I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes.

I wish...

I just wanna start over...

With a new life...

And leave this one far, far behind...

I could just barely hear the door to my room being opened as darkness filled my vision and I let myself fall into sleep's cold embrace.

Author's Note

Yes changes will be made grammar and story-wise. It will probably start getting longer as I refine the details.
We can only go up from here!