Chapter 1: Prologue- My Ideal Peace.

The beeping of my alarm clock filled air of my room as I rolled over to the side muttering under my breath, “Just five more minutes, no maybe times that by ten.”

Beep, Beep, Beep

The pestering noises continued as I finally gave up on my attempt to rest my eyes a bit longer and reached my arm over to the side of my bed, silencing the din.

After I sat up on my bed and stretched, my bedroom door opened. My mother wagged her finger at me while saying, “Prepare yourself right this moment because late coming isn’t tolerated at your new school. You may get locked out of the campus and it will be a very lengthy trip back.”

“Isn’t that a bit too harsh for a school?’

“Nothing is too harsh when it comes to dealing with the proper development of a child, however some lines cannot be crossed.”

A flashback of an unpleasant past situation popped into my head as I rubbed my eyes.

*

Around 15 minutes later, I was ready and dressed in my school uniform, all while wondering what’s going to be new in my life and hoping that it won’t be too much of a drastic change.

Grabbing my school bag, I headed out of my room, passing a framed picture of a younger male with jet black hair and my mother, both of them weren’t smiling. Well it’s more along the lines of they can’t be considered as avid smilers.

A few moments later, I entered into the living room where she stood impatiently waiting for me.

“Everything should be prepared for you, so try to avoid standing under any bright lights because if you do then the leviathan may get you.”

With that being said, she helped me with my tie and sent me on my way.

Two words that made their way into my head were uprooted and evade.

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Frankly, I am pretty content with my life, seeing that I have always preferred the peace and calm over the always exciting day-to-day alternative.

Defining myself as average would probably seem pretty cliché. So, I would go above and beyond to label myself as an above-average student who desires one thing and one thing only: a peaceful life.

Peace is something everyone dreams of. I have two versions of that ideal peace. The first one most likely involves me sitting on a deserted yet hospitable island with maybe 4 or 5 saucy dame surrounding me.

One of them would feed me grapes while the other would rub my feet. The remainder of the pretty gals would maybe fan me or something. I haven’t planned out the details yet, but just know that the idea and vision are still there.

The second version of ideal peace is just being left alone. At times, solitude is a man’s best friend.

My total fascination with having a peaceful life started during the first year of my middle school days. I wanted to be popular and stand out, so I tried emulating the kids who were deemed popular, but eventually got tired of trying to be someone I wasn’t.

After a while, I took solace in myself, and it was comforting. What came next was me finally understanding how to be alone without feeling lonely.

However, thanks to my mother’s efforts, my social skills aren’t 6 feet under. I am by no means a very social person, but I can still engage in a conversation if need be.

On the other hand friendships aren’t something I desire, but I won’t deny anyone who takes time out of their day to befriend me. Still, I would prefer that it be kept at a surface level and nothing deeper than that.

In any case, take an immersive look into your social circle.

The question I ask is, "Can your friends really be considered your friends?"

A likely answer may heavily lean towards a yes with an underlining no, and if not, just know that you have a genuine friend in yourself. Well, that’s what I say anyway. The inner conversations I have are top-notch by my standards, and the biggest piece of advice I got from myself was to never become too close to anyone because that will bring about comfort, which will lead to weakness, and that ultimately transmutes into defeat. It's the only six-letter word that leaves a bad taste in my mouth, so I try my utmost to avoid it.

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