Hope

Chapter 1

The sun was blazing through the gap between my curtains, leaving me wide awake at 6am. This happens everyday now, i wake up to the slashing heat of the sun rays shining through my pure white curtains. It's quite angelic you know, between the white cotton and the light, quite beautiful actually. My mum would call me crazy right now for taking that simple image and turning it into some inspiring portate. Infact, she'd laugh hysterically at the thought. I can't help that I am the type to take every little thing as a blessing, something to be eternally grateful for.

Not many know this, because i kept it a secret from most. No one but my mum knows the reason that i treasure every moment that is handed to me.  When I was three, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, you could say it's a miracle that I'm still alive. I was meant to die, but I didn't and so the doctors got it wrong because here i am ready for college. My first day of college in fact. You bet I'm smiling as I walk through those college gates, into a world unknown to me yet, but boy am I excited to go on this new journey in a life that I was told would be gone when I was just 3 years old.

I confidently walk through the doors of the college, you could say i got too confident, I slipped and I fell, flat on my face. It was laughable really.

What a start to the day, how embarrassing! At least i know me and mum will laugh at this disaster when i get home later. No one really paid attention so there is no need to worry. Although my knees are now in agonizing pain, despite me not having the cancer anymore, I still have to take things easy.
When i say nonone really notice, i mean not a lot of people noticed,no one except this group of glamorous looking girls. They giggled a bit, okay a lot but hopefully that'll be something they'll forget surely.

I can't let it affect me, first day means new beginnings which also means I shouldn't stress about it because the worst has been and this is my life now.

First class, i got this, that was my queue for the strong arm emoji... anyway
As i walk in eyes weirdly enough aren't on me as I would have suspected since I am new, although thinking about it, most went to primary and comp with me and I was bald then so i guess that is why i am currently unrecognised. If only they knew who I was, if I only made those friendships in the years before. I was only a kid, I should've been the positive self i am now back then so maybe i would've made friendships and connections with people that they would recognise me today, with my face glowing with life again and my hair longer than it ever has been before.

I look around with curiosity and with hope of discovering a place to sit, one seat left, at the back, next to some dangerous looking boy.

How he flaunts his tattoos in a black short sleeved t-shirt, it gives me a sense of uneasiness, although I suppose with a tattoo sleeve actual sleeves won't be necessary and I'm sure all of his tattoos have a deep and meaningful purpose. Who am I kidding? They're probably utterly meaningless like every bad boys tattoos are. Queue the eye roll why don't you.

I decide to take the happy approach towards the dangerous looking boy.

"Seats taken" he subtly murmurs

"Actually I do not believe it is" i say as politely as possible

"What language are you speaking?" he says

With confusion obviously stated all over my face I say "what do you mean when you asked what  language, english of course" I gave him an inquisitive look

"You speak really posh, it's annoying so don't sit here" okay so he said that and I need to take a ballsy yet polite way around him and stick up for myself.

"You my darling are gonna have to get over yourself and deal with it, thank you." I say sternly with a smile on top as I take my seat.

"Fine, you better not talk lots" he murmurs the last bit to himself but i heard so it stung, just a little but it stung. Weird effect he had on me there.