Its 4am.

Chapter 1

The 20th of June 1986,
My fourteenth birthday. That is when I came to the realization that I wasn't quite as normal as the rest. when no one showed up to my birthday party, that I begged my mother not to throw. I accepted that I had no one. No friends. I gave my full class invitations to attend, as my mum requested. I knew already that no one would come, and I was right. No one got back to me. I sat on my bay window at the front of my house for hours anxious. Already knowing in my head that no one was going to show up. But I waited anyway, In the event that someone could possibly change their mind. Even out of pity, just to show the weird kid some compassion. After three failed birthday parties my mother had thrown for me and having no show guests each year. I imagine she had finally concluded that she was doing more harm than good. On my Fifteenth birthday, I had no party and still, I had no friends.

The summer of 1987 had come to a halting ended and I returned to Brownwood High School. Id like to say that things had changed, but they didnt. I walked into the old building, where the harassment started from where it left off, Jake Hickson, the school bully. The lead of all the cocksuckers in my small town of maine, followed behind me and called out my name.

"Hey, Tommy! get your skinny ass over here. Now."

Jake but down on  his teeth in rage and disgust. As if saying my name had burned him from the inside out. I stepped back and turned around to face him. I stayed silent. At that point in time, I would never of bit back.

"Give me your lunch money"

Classic Jake, Part of one of the richest families in all of Maine, but still had to steal from people. I handed it over, still not opening my mouth, even for a breath. I just hoped that he would leave after that. He snatched it out my hand and growled at me. He knocked my bag off my shoulder and emptied everything onto the floor. He banged his fist onto the locker behind me. I flinched a little, knowing it was coming. He laughed in my face and his gang of dickheads did the same.

As they walked away, the locker slam echoed in my head as my surroundings seemed to blacken around me. I see this beautiful girl. Just standing in front of me, looking directly in my direction. She smiled, it was a pity smile, but still the most precious thing i ever did see. There was no structure behind her emotion though, it was mimicked, a front she had put on. She seemed just as sad as Myself. Just as lonely.

The bell goes and she walks away to her class and I still stood there in place. She so beautiful. I picked up my backpack and cleaned up the contents that were scattered on the floor and slowly walked to first period. I wished that she was in my grade and that she would be in at least one of my classes for the year. However, by the time my lunch break came, I hadnt had any luck. I sat at an empty table, where I wouldnt be anyones main target. I took my lunch out my backpack, everything was crushed but I was far too hungry to even care that jake had stood on my tuna fish sandwich so I started to eat it. I avoided looking up and around in case I made eye contact with the wrong person. Someone sat down In front of me. I didn't dare look up, I knew if Jake had spotted me then I would of had a nose bleed to go clean up within the next five minutes.

There was no taunts though, no name calling or shouting. I sat silent for another 30 seconds before I had to look up. To my amazement, the beautiful girl was sitting in-front of me. Just like I had wished for. Frankly, I was speachless but she had noticed my head move.

"... Eleanore."
She whispered with a tug at the side of her mouth.

"Wha- t?..."
I stuttered, like an absolute fool.

"My name... it's Eleanore."

She was so close to me, I was so taken aback. I looked her in the eyes for the first time, they were green, and Shawn like Crystal. Her hair was auburn with a blonde streak at the front of the right side of her head. It was straight but I could tell she had forgot to brush it that morning. Her freckles were so prefect, they were all different shapes and sizes. They matched her hair colour perfectly. She wore deep red lipstick which made her teeth appear whiter, it suited her well. Her nails matching the shade that painted her lips. She smelled of cherry soda, with a hint of cigarettes. I struggled to think of a response, like I had forgotten my own name.

"Tommy... I'm Tommy."