To Be Lucky

What if I told you, 'Everything isn't what it seems?'
Would you believe me?
Of course not.

Toby Walker; a teenage boy who is fighting not to be defined by his problems

Aaron Parker; a teenage boy with a whole lot to lose and nothing at all.

DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY MAY TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE. IT IS ABOUT A BOY WHO HAS OCD AND HIS DISCOVERY OF HIMSELF. I, MYSELF DO NOT HAVE OCD AND THEREFORE DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE TO LIVE WITH IT. IF I PORTRAY THE DISORDER INCORRECTLY PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TELL ME SO THAT I MAY BE CORRECTED AND INFORMED. THIS WORK ALSO CONTAINS HOMOSEXUALITY. IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ ABOUT EITHER OF THESE THEMES DO NOT READ IT!

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1. CHAPTER 1

One. Two. Three. 

How many hours of sleep did I get last night?

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

How many hours of sleep am I supposed to get?

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.

How many hours until I can sleep again?

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.

--  •  --

Google had told me that it would take seven minutes and thirty-two seconds to walk to school. Too bad Google won't add on the amount of time it takes to step over every crack on the sidewalk. Or check the each road for oncoming traffic exactly three times for each side before crossing. 

When I finally arrive at the alien school, exactly twelve minutes before class starts, I find my way to the administration and sign in as a new student. 

The lady sitting behind the desk clicks on the computer keyboard with her fingers, the colours on her nails chipped on the tips. She hands over a timetable, my name printed across the top; Toby Walker, a map and my locker number.

With eight minutes left I press through the filling halls towards my locker and place some of my books inside. In order of subjects of course. Locked. Unlocked. Locked. Unlocked. Locked. Just making sure my locker is secure.

As I walk towards my first class. I feel eyes watching me. "Who's the new kid?" Their faces tell me that much. Of course they don't know anymore than that. Right?

--  •  --

This story is a product of my weekly journals required to achieve a full class mark in school. As far as I know this is a totally original idea. All places, people, etc are only used fictitiously.

This is the product of 100% my imagination only, inspired by the stigma in regards to sexuality and mental health.

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