First, a little advice. Not all (one thousand? 
) of the posts are story-related. If you just want to read the story, then go to the Chapter Listing (below).
So, once again I am trying my hand at writing. If you were on the BKF before I went AWOL for ten months (
), you would probably know that I wrote some stories. I took them down, as I hit a chronic case of writer's block. For those who don't know what writer's block is, it is when you suddenly run out of ideas and lose inspiration.
I'll try and not do that this time.
Oh yes, and I won't be writing the stories like this. Seriously, it doesn't look good. It looks fine for small sentences, but not for stories.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters, companies, or anything else referenced in this story. All of this is entirely of my own imagination.
This (part of the) story is officially complete. The epilogue was an improvisation - as the file containing the story was corrupted, the epilogue was a half-measure to both complete the story and leave the story open for a sequel.
Warning: This story will not be a goody-goody friendship story. This story will have some dark themes, but nothing too extreme.
Chapter Listing:
Chapter 1 (Below)
Chapter 2 (Post #36)
Chapter 3 (Post #89)
Chapter 4 (Post #114)
Chapter 5 (Post #148)
Chapter 6 (Post #247)
Chapter 7 (Post #300)
Chapter 8 (Post #347)
Chapter 9 (Post #413)
Chapter 10 (Post #439)
Chapter 11 (Post #479)
Chapter 12 (Post #539)
Chapter 12.5 (Post #574)
Chapter 13 (Post #611)
Chapter 14 (Post #649)
Chapter 15 (Post #696)
Chapter 16 (Post #736)
Epilogue (Post #777)
Chapter 1:Life could be considered a…. hardship for me. My father abandoned me, when I was about one year old. I don’t know why. Maybe he didn’t love my mum any more. Maybe he didn’t love me anymore.
Why?
I honestly have no idea. I’ve gotten over it, though. I might have loved him, once. I might have thought he was on a business trip or something. I honestly don’t know. Or care.
And that chapter of my life ended when I was seven – we went to his funeral, for some reason. Again, I didn’t care. If my mum didn’t stay with me, I would have danced on his grave. It would have served him right. Apparently, he spent his money on alcohol and cigarettes. No surprise, really, that he died.
I love my mum, though. I really do. Even though her husband left her, she kept taking care of me, and loving me. And for that, I will be forever grateful. She is very nice. I am surprised that my father (I refuse to call him ‘Dad’, even though he helped me exist), even left her.
Anyway, enough about my family. Now, about myself. My name is Alex Smith. However, it doesn’t really matter. I have black hair and blue eyes. I am reasonably tall. Again, that doesn’t matter. I am fourteen years old. That does matter.
As a fourteen year old, I have to go to school. How is it? Well, terrible would be an understatement. Of all the people in the world, I had to be the one with an eidetic memory. What a pity. I always get great marks without having to revise for tests, for I seem to remember everything. I really hate it. I always get teased. Just because I get good grades.
You may wish to have a photographic memory, but you really don't want one. Trust me.
For if you do, you may finally understand my life.
It goes to show the idiocy of the general population. They all follow the one who they either fear or like. Like? Pathetic. They are just cronies. Whoever came up with the idea of bullies should be brutally punished. They must always bully those who are considered more intelligent. What a pity. Because without Edison, we wouldn't have the light bulb and we would still be writing in candlelight. Without Newton, we wouldn't know how gravity worked. Without Einstein, we wouldn't have the theory of relativity. You get the general idea.
People at school are either vicious bullies or airheads who follow a vicious bully for the feeling of power. Absolutely pathetic.
I sighed, hearing the sound echo around the small room that is my bedroom.
I decided to walk to the kitchen, and get a snack. Some popcorn, maybe. Dunno why. I just feel like it.
As I walked down, I noticed a letter on the table.
