Chapter 1: Waiting for My Life to Start

POV: Logan

CHAPTER 1

Logan

My life used to be normal. What changed you ask? Let me tell you....

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. I stare at the clock, wishing with all my heart that time would go faster. That class would end. I tap my fingers on the desk. Who cares about Social Studies anyway?

“Mr. Warner? Are you listening?” says my Social Studies teacher who looks like she would fall apart at any moment.

“What?”

“I asked what year the French Revolution began! Would you mind answering me?” I take a deep breath and remind myself that the only person who cares about when the French Revolution started is now decaying somewhere in the south of Peru.

“I have no idea.”  I say.

“You what?” I look at the clock and smile.

“Wait for it--” The bell goes off. “Well sorry, gotta go.” I smirk. My teacher gives me a dark look as I swing my backpack over my shoulder.

“Hey dude.” says Ryan, the linebacker on the school football team. We’ve been best friends since fourth grade. He’s cool. “Where were you yesterday for practice? Coach had a fit. The team depends on you, you can’t just--.”

“--I was with Audrey.” All of the anguish on his face disappears.

“Oh! Well, it’s fine then, just make sure to be there tomorrow. See you then!” I’m totally fine with guys thinking my girlfriend is hot, but they really don’t have to make is so obvious.

“Logan!” Just as always, Audrey appears at the sound of her name. As the prettiest girl in school, it’s has been kind of assumed we’d go out ever since middle school. I’m not really sure how the award for prettiest girl in school is given out, but I’d guess she’s pretty good looking. She has long, wavy auburn hair that reaches her back, so maybe that's it. “Logan! I missed you! I haven’t seen you since first period! She gives me a quick squeeze, then slips her hand in mine. “Sooo, what’s my super hot boyfriend doing after school tomorrow?”

“Actually, I have football practice so--”

“Well ‘actually’, we’re going shopping!” Not this again. To compare shopping with Audrey to getting your feet cut off would be inadequate. Shopping with Audrey is worse.

* * *

On the bus ride home, I put in my headphones and listen to music to block out the sounds of ninth graders screaming the names of various genitalia. When I get home, I throw my backpack on the ground.

“I’m home!” No answer. Nobody’s home. Of course. Nobody's ever home. My dad spends 22 out of the 24 hours of the day at work, and my mom’s probably going to a fancy luncheon or something. I turn on the TV to see if anything’s good on. Nothing is. Nothing good's ever on. I try to see if there’s in anything to eat. I end up eating peanut butter on the ending slice of bread.

When I finish, I lie on my back on my bed. Waiting. Waiting for what? I hear the ticking of the clock in the living room and realize that I wasn’t waiting for class to end. I was waiting for my life to start.

Author's Note

I know it's short....