a Unexpected Friendship

Chapter 1: Routine

The alarm clock sounds marking them 7:30AM and as always this it was called about another routine day, I feel a big discomfort of the angry sound that gives my alarm clock. I touch the button to give end to its bustle and get up of my bed, stretch to relax my muscles and then I go to my kitchen. I prepare my breakfast that only consists of a cereal with a fried egg and a coffee.

Finishing having breakfast I see the clock that marks 8AM still tapeworm free time since the hour in which my shift of the work began even to the noon, so I go to the room, I feel in the couch and then I light the TV set, I look between the channels to see if I like something until finally I leave it in nickelodeon and start seeing Bob Esponja, although it is adult even have fondness to this series since she was one of my favorites along my infancy.

After a half an hour of looking at the TV sack of my rucksack that was thrown in one of the couches my notebook and I start sailing on video games pages, I was always and I will be a gamer devotó since eh played all kinds of video games along my life, also also sailed on publicity board pages and looked at rumors on next movies premieres. This consumed quickly my time. I look at the clock and for my surprise it was marking them 11:30AM, I get alarmed lightly and proceed to extinguish the TV set also I keep my Notebook in my rucksack making it again thrown in the room.

I open the main door of my house or rather said the house of my parents well, before dying.

I go out with the same ones and go to my car, this way it is I have car although the very careless one since hardly ever I give him cleanliness, also: why does it should? since it was not mine it belonged to my father, this was his heredity although I neglected this heredity, well also because the nostalgia and memories that this car gives me were something that was making me neglect it, it was a car in which when my father was alive it was something much boasted by it but he was sharing this feeling with me in addition to whom my father also had my taste as movies and video games, my best friend had turned but now that is already not in this world makes me feel a gap inside.

I enter my car, light the engine and start looking at its environment, inside one did not see not as badly as so well either, the seats preserve its good aspect and the radio even was working, but some spots were evident in the seats of things that I do not even remember to have stained them but it was only in the front seats since in the rear seats they were only with dust since nobody ever used them since my parents died.

Under the handbrake and I start myself to the work that was consisting of being a simple supermarket employee, a few times the clients make me pocket and help with its products and others make me clean the baths, simply this there was something that was depressing me and was exhausting me every day but it had to do it if he wanted to have something with that to be supported, to sorrow that the pay not erá a lot of sufficient age to pay the light, water, the cable, Internet and for the meal.

After that my shift of 9 or sometimes 10 hours was ending it was going to the parking and revenue in my car, I start the engine, under the handbrake and volume my route to house.

The traffic was a fluid due to the hour that was, it stopped one that again in a semaphore in red and then when green mark continued my route.

I come to house, park my car in the garage and raise a few small stairs to come to the main door. I bring in and light the lights, the place as it was always dirty, well not to simple sight. There were moments or rather obligation to carry out the cleaning and domestic works but all that was for me difficultly but it had to do the effort since he did not want to live in a dump either. I must admit that it was quite lazy for this and especially with any thing that would turn out to be involved with the responsibility. Now when the time happened I must say that in my infancy and adolescence to be lazy was an invisible evil because now this evil scrubs to me in the face every day the consequences of being lazy and lazy, this dirty ambience was the essential consequence also it is aching for me to say that I am like that of lazy and irresponsible with my life but I try to live every day in spite of simply doing the effort to try to arrange my life although with my deceased parents already years ago since the things for me are always negative although in spite of that I try to extract my optimism and prevent the negative energies from coming to me. I always walk with a serious and low frame of mind but for the people that every day I see in my work it was not mattering to them and also it is better for me since only I want that the things happen rapidly and then to return to my house where I can be "alone", but although the solitude is for me calmly and also cozy age also a hell.

The silence of this house comes the entire absence of my family, although it was me who was only and my parents this house was radiating a close family although perhaps I did not give a lot of this union that was supposed that I must have given to its time, as they say "one does not value what it has until it loses it", although he hates this saying or saying or something like that, it is ironically true.

I go out of my cold and vague thoughts close the door, go to the kitchen and prepare my dinner or at least I treat since not to cook either is mine although happily I learned by means of kitchen channels in the TV or also of the Internet, looking for recipes and these things.

After a little bit preparing an unexpected espagueti plate in addition to having to hand a soda canister and I go to the room and light the TV. I happen between the channels and leave it in the news since sometimes I am brought in by the curiosity to inform me something that should be happen although it was always the same routine of the news they were of bringing crimes and conflicts some with others this was not the exception.

"Problems of economy..."

"An outrage happened in the central highway..."

"Crimes in the streets and thefts... bla bla bla..."

Things like that are heard in the news and it always ends in the same, the people now in these times are egoistic because only they worry for themselves and in fact I am not also the exception although sometimes I would want to help but we know that in this cruel world the things have always to begin to lose.

The espagueti stopped eating that I must say that bad was not, this is one of seldom that perhaps the meal did not begin to lose me, perhaps the practice and so many frustrated attempts for cooking appropriately are bearing fruits. That made me temporarily happy, "good at least not everything is so bad as it seems".

I wash the plates and then I go to the bath to clean the teeth, later I go to my bedroom and fall down produced in my bed, this undoubtedly for me was a happiness "to be in the bed" I always gasp to be begun or sat and topcoat the hour of sleeping was something wonderful, to be able to be disconnected of this world and be in any reality although one feels it for only some secondly but it was something that is enjoyed fully.

"Golly he would want to be like that forever"

Although this was my use and only it is me who has to be supported himself also also to try to go forward he would wish the things to change since good, I have neither fiancée nor friends and neither I am a début in facebook or twitter, I would like that quite I was changing or at least to be able to feel "really alive" since the things for me are alone like a program of PC that only fulfills a function and then it goes out to repeat the same on the following day, something of company would not come to me badly perhaps occasionally, but: who?.

I continue thinking about that in several minutes, perhaps in the future be able to take an initiative to be able to be more sociable since me from the absence of my parents only I lived in depression well at least the first years after that alone I based on the optimism although also it had a depression quite strong, obviously for me it is difficult to overcome rapidly something like that but also I will not base all my life in being of mourning for my parents, I have to try to extract something good at least not to feel already so depressed how I it am always.

After one hour looking at the roof thrown from my bed I already feel the heavy eyelids and only I leave that my being invades the darkness and only I remain asleep.