Go to School

Ringing.......an annoying sound rang in my ears, waking me up from my castle of dreams. I opened my eyes slowly, the sunlight poured through my window and seeped inside my room. I tried to get out of my bed but my legs were stacked to a cozy bed sheet. Waking up in the morning was always a disaster for students. I reached out my hand to stop the alarm clock and.....

I dozed off to sleep again.

"Wake up!" a familiar sound appeared suddenly, disturbing my beauty sleep. I peeled back my eyelids to see who it was, the voice came from a short straight black hair tall man with jade green eyes. He was rather a handsome guy. In fact, I believed he was handsome enough to become the top model in magazines.

"Five more minuteess........" I whispered softly and covered my head with a blanket. But the man ignored me and kept on shaking my blanket.

"Come on. Wake up. You need to go to school today." The man reminded me kindly with a gentle, humble voice, it was sweet as if you were tasting honey. I couldn't resist.

"Ok...." Rubbing my eyes, I took a good look at the man. He was wearing a pearl river T-shirt with a harbor gray jacket with his sleeves folded upwards, showing his casualness. Below was a silver belt, long blue pants and surprisingly, black short leather boots. He was wearing shoes indoors as usual.

"Good morning, Jay," I said.

"Good morning, Alfie."

A few minutes later, I quickly changed into my school uniform and hurried downstairs to the living room. There was a dark brown haired adult man sleeping comfortably on the floor next to a coffee table with a basket of fresh bread. I tiptoed silently to prevent him from waking up and snatched a piece of bread, he didn't notice me as he was snoring loudly and horribly. The man was my dad. Before, Dad's snores were a nightmare to me. But now, I was rather amazed by my extraordinary adaptability. Next to Dad was a couple of glass bottles of alcohol, most of them were Whisky while a few of them were red wine. Some of the bottles were not fully empty and tripped over on the floor, spilling liquid all around the place.

He must have been drinking again.

I watched my step, carefully preventing my feet from hitting my bottles. I couldn't imagine what would happen if I woke Dad up, I didn't even dare to think.

"Hey, stop walking." A voice showed up behind me, darkening my eyes. There was a rising feeling of nausea from my stomach as my feet sunk into the depths of the water.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean---" I turned around and apologized. My voice was trembling, I was more afraid than I thought.

"Argh, buy me pizza and wine after you leave school." Dad commanded, his eyes were preying on me. They were sharp and horrifying. I didn't dare to look back. Instead, I nodded silently and hurried off to school, leaving Dad sitting alone on the floor. He grabbed one bottle nearby, poured some wine inside his mouth and continued drinking again.

As I opened the main door, I dashed quickly to the street, escaping from Dad. Huffing and puffing, I stopped at the turning corner and put my hand on the wall to catch my breath. However, even when I stopped running, my gasping wouldn't stop and my hand was shivering.

"Alfie, are you alright?" a voice emerged from my back and startled me, my shoulders slightly shook. I turned around and saw Jay was behind me, he seemed terribly worried.

"I'm fine. Thanks for worrying about me." I answered anxiously. Jay knew I was lying. Well, of course he knew that, we had been together for years.

"I don't think you're alright. Your hands are shivering."

"I'm fine. I'm just cold."

"The sun is out, today."

"Err....." I stared at Jay and forced myself to make a smile and comforted him, "Let's forget about that and go to school."

At the school gate, next to the sign called "Sacred Diamond Secondary School", there was a dark brown hair man with a beard and a newsboy hat standing in front of the gate. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a wheat brown suit jacket, long dark blue pants and brown leather shoes. The man was studying a piece of paper on his hand with a leather bag on his shoulders, the bag seemed very heavy through. But he didn't seem to care, he was too busy thinking whether he had found the right place. After a second or two, the man deposited the paper in his right pocket and took a step forward.

But then he was blocked by a security guard immediately.

"Sir. May I ask who you are? I am sorry that you cannot get inside the school without proper permission." The guard questioned the man as he found him very suspicious.

"I am not any suspicious person. I am Carlo Eric, a reporter." The man responded naturally and put his hand on the pocket of his jacket. He got out a name card and gave it to the guard.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind passed by, the name card escaped from the man's hand. Along with the wind, the name card flew nearby. I grabbed the card and gazed at it.

ESH Newspaper Office? I wonder what does ESH means?

"Mr. You drop this." I told the man in suit and gave him the card.

He walked closely and thanked me politely. As he grabbed the card, I saw a deep scar on the back of his right hand. A scar? I wondered. My curiosity hit me, I wanted to ask why there was a scar but it would be too disrespectful to ask. As if the man read my mind, he answered my question.

"Oh, I had this scar a long time ago. It is significant, isn't it? I thought of hiding the scar but I am just too lazy to do so. Ha-ha." The man had a short laugh, he was rather easygoing. I felt better when I saw his smile.

I looked at the man and said, "It is true it is significant. But no worries, you see, scars are proof of men." I joked. It was always good to add a little humor when you first meet someone. The man's eyes went wide, he was shocked by what I said and remained silent for a while. My heart was beating again, I wondered if I said something wrong.

Instead, the man burst out laughing.

"Ha-ha, ha-ha, you're quite interesting, kid. Proof of men, huh? You're right about this scar. I would not be here today if I didn't have this scar," the man stated happily. I was glad he wasn't angry.

The man grinned brightly and asked, "Kid, I kind of like you. What's your name?"

"My name is Alfie. Alfie Rivas. It is nice to meet you, Mr. Eric." I replied politely. While I was speaking, the man observed me closely, looking from top to bottom. He seemed to be thinking about something seriously. To tell the truth, his eyesight was stressful.

"Is it my imagination?" The man said mysteriously, he appeared to be worried....or should I said alerted? He ignored my thoughts, rubbed his hair and said, "Err....never mind. It is nice to meet you." I nodded my head in response. I wondered what he meant earlier.

"Mr. Eric." All of a sudden, the guard walked forward and interrupted our conversation.

"The school just informed me about you, you are free to enter." The man was glad when he heard the news, he waved goodbye and I darted to the school main entrance.