Things that bind us together- The cliff

PART-IV(GEREMY)

Hola people!! Happy April  fools weak.
This chapter is on Geremy's  p.o.v.
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Who are you? What is your worth? What can you do to be better version of yourself ? What you want to become?Do you deserve what you have? Will you be ever happy? Will I make my parents proud? Do I have a dream to fulfil?

These are the questions that are always in my mind. I just want answers to these questions.I want something to give these answers to me. Somewhere deep down i have answers to all these questions but I..........I.............don't know.

All these thoughts were snapped away when I saw a blonde girl standing at the next locker clearly starring at me. I winked and  smiled at her and started collecting my books from my locker. Don't judge ,I just want to be a "one woman man."

On top of that my first class is of English and i am running late. I don't wanted to be late on the first day. When I was closing my locker a card flew out of it. It was a beautiful card with a big rose drawn on it. It gave a smile on my face.

I receive a lot of these but some are made with lot of efforts and it was one of it. I placed it inside my book and hurried to the class.

I got on time and sat on a desk in one of the middle rows. I greeted my so called friends who definitely were going to ignore me after we went to colleges. But then also high schools are a place where company becomes a lot more necessary.

We chatted for a bit but were intruded by our English teacher Mrs. Wardwell, a great and friendly teacher. When she teaches everyone listens to her with interest and she believes in giving moderate homework which is a plus point. Moreover, she also utilises her free periods by counselling students rather than sitting in the staff room, gossiping. I've heard she gives really good advices.

I never had a session with her. I mean why I will have any problem? I'm such a happy person. But am I really? No. Not at all. I am just a normal teenage guy with a lot of problems and questions. I'm just good at putting on a show.

Mrs. Wardwell  was currently asking our views on 'controversial novels:a must read or totally not'. There were a lot of risen hands but certainly mine was not one. It is not seen as cool for a football player and i am not really good in studies. I get decent marks but after a lot of preparation. A lot of.........................

So I took a better option. I started looking here and there. I saw Issabelle and Elliot sitting on the second row. Those two were talking about something and were smiling. We don't know each other well but the duo is always together and smiling.

Though it is a weird combination of a naive and a brave, they get along very well. They are friends ever since I've attended this school. They will definitely be friends in future. This is the type of friendship what I want but for now I am stuck with these idiots.

Issabelle and I've talked two-three times, just normal conversations. I mean she is the head cheerleader for football team and I am on the team so sometimes we just talk randomly .

I really want to know more about her but I don't think it is same for the other side. Elliot, her mysterious friend also seems quite interesting.

My thoughts interrupted by the sound of the ringing bell.

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"I'm home"I said on entering my house, keeping keys on the table. "Oh honey!! Can you come here and help me. I just want a container from the top shelf." my cutely short heighten mom reciprocated.

I sighed and went into the kitchen , gave her a hug and asked her for which one she wanted. "The food smells really good. What is it?"I asked my mother while giving her the container. " Its a recipe from the internet. It says this is very healthy for metabolism." I don't know why she wants to loose her fat when she is in good shape according to her age. And Why should we suffer?

"Not again mom!!" My elder sister Cathy said taking water bottle from the fridge. Catherine aka Cathy is currently in last year of college and surprisingly I am the one who is more mature. I may not show it but I care for her the most.

" Don't directly drink from the bottle Cathy and the food will definitely be tasty" my mother answered. "Now don't disturb me. Both of you freshen up and come down for dinner. No excuses!!" She said pointing towards Cathy.

After freshening up We all i.e., my dad , mom and my sister ate dinner and surprisingly the corn and some leafs containing recipe tasted good. During dinner Dad asked us about our day which resulted in a debate on politics between both my parents

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3:49 a.m.
I was awaken suddenly by the dream. Once again I saw the same dream or specifically the same nightmare . It came out of nowhere. The last time I saw the dream was maybe two years ago. I don't want to have this nightmare again. It reminds me of everything that happened that day.

I started deep breathing and calming myself up but while calming myself I saw the diary at the corner of my study table. The diary which i wrote for a weak six years before. I still remember that time. I never opened the diary after writing it but i still know everything written on it especially the little poem i wrote. I remember each word i wrote on it. I still remember.

"Why happiness and sorrow are intangible,
Why can't these be brought or sold,
Why I see the latter as metal and former as gold,
Why can't a simple truth be told,
That just a day can break your mould and you will never be consoled"
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Hope you like it. I'll try to publish next chapter soon.
PEACE✌🏻!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!