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Chapter 79 (Remnant 5)

"Wake up. Tom."

Sam was knocking on my door. Chrissake. Time for school. I checked the clock. 6:30am. End me.

I struggled out of bed and changed out of my clothes, went to take a shower, you know, the daily grind. I don't know about you, but I tend to sweat a lot. Sleeping without clothes on, yes, I'm looking at you, Americans, seems weird for me. Like the clothes I wore going to bed were literally drenched. If I went in without clothes, I couldn't even imagine how bad the mattress and sheets would end up looking like.

I got dressed and noticed Sam had already prepared breakfast.

"Make some for me?" I asked.

Sam looked at me, as he ate the rest of the toast. "Nope. Let's go."

Sam and I walked to the bus stop. Another boring ass day. Boring ass degree, and boring ass life. Part of me wanted something to happen. Like... I don't know. An alien invasion. End of the world. Anything. This place sucked. This life sucked.

"Did you finish the assignment?" Sam asked me, as he shouldered his backpack.

My heart stopped. "There was an assignment?!"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dude, you had over a week to work on it."

"Shieeeet..." I muttered. I completely forgot about it. Sam and I were classmates, studying Sciences in Uni. I roomed with him in our basement suite because my parents told me to move the hell out. Said I was too dependent on them. Well, they could screw right off. They weren't even my real parents.

As for why I'm studying Sciences, my parents told me to go and make something worth of myself, since I spent my high school days munching on chips and watching TV. So I did what everybody else in my grade did, and applied to Science to become a doctor. My grades weren't too great. But I'm sure it'll work out... somehow.

We walked to the bus stop. "When's the assignment due?"

Sam facepalmed. "It was due this morning, Tom."

"Oh. Well shit."

"Tom, this is like the third assignment you missed. You already failed the midterm. If you keep this up, you're gonna have to retake the course again."

The bus finally arrived, as he and I scanned our passes and sat on the seat. Someone caught my eye. She had green frizzy hair, and a really cute face. Damn. But it wasn't just that. It was her eyes. Green, bright green. Was it contacts?

Sam caught me staring. "Give it up, Tom. She probably has a boyfriend."

"You don't know that."

"What makes you think she's going to say yes to you."

"I'm charming. And I'm a college student. Chicks dig guys with money."

"Yeah. A failing college student."

"Shut up. I'm not a try hard like you, getting A+'s all over the board."

We sat in a seat in front of her, obviously. Sam wasn't too thrilled about it. I had to impress her, so I began talking to Sam about the assignment details.

"Hey, so if we do a phase shift like this, it should give the correct waveform right?"

"Uh... the due date is already passed dude."

"Well, I just wanna make sure I know my stuff. And with Beer's Law and the Eigenvalues giving the Eigenfunctions-"

Sam stared at me. "The hell are you even saying? None of that is related, you're just spouting random bullshit."

I punched him in the arm. "Ow! What the hell, Tom?"

I leaned in and whispered at him. "Dude, come on. Work with me. She needs to see how smart I am."

"But... you're not."

"Please man. Come on."

"At least make your convos make sense. Beer's Law has nothing to do with Eigenvalues. And Eigenvalues don't make Eigenfunctions you idiot. It's just a scalar."

"Ah.. I see!" I said. I glanced behind me, and the girl was inspecting me with those same piercing eyes. Damn! It was working!

We finally got to the bus stop. I looked behind me, and realized the girl had also got off, walking into the distance. Dammit. Well, I guess maybe next time. We walked to lecture, where I opened up my laptop and watched youtube the whole class. Sam gave me an annoyed look.

This continued throughout the day, as we finally finished classes and went back to the bus. Sam stopped. "Tom, I'm gonna go to the library to finish up my lab report. I'll see you back at the house."

"Cool. Catch you later."

I walked to the bus stop alone. It was night time. Yeah. I had classes from 8am to 7pm. It's actually not so bad, since there were breaks in between. But going home in the dark was shit. I didn't know what to do tonight. There was a lab report due, but it wasn't due till next week... so it wasn't technically due now. No need to work on it now. Too stressful ya' know? Probably might just hit up some Champions of Terra or something.

I continued walking, when suddenly, something caught my eye. A really really large man. My heart stopped. Was I hallucinating? The man had glowing red eyes. And he was... huge. Like steroid jacked huge. 7 foot tall, and everything. He glared at me sinisterly.

Yeah. Nope. I walked faster and faster back to the bus stop. At late hours like this, the last thing I needed was to get mugged.

I finally got home. Thank god. That guy was giving me all the creeps. I opened the fridge and found a block of cheese. I stuffed it into my mouth. Good dinner. I went to my room and fired up my PC and received a notification. Mom. Great.

I called her, and her face appeared on the screen.

"Thomas King. Why did you not answer my calls?" She asked.

Going into full name. That wasn't good.

"Just got busy with classes, you know? Been a long day. Workin hard and stuff."

"Oh yeah? What's this about a missing assignment then? I saw your email."

My ears turned pink. Mom had access to my email. She knew if I was missing an assignment.

"Oh, I submitted it. It's probably just a glitch."

My mom looked stern. "Thomas, this isn't a matter of me being mad. If you refuse to work hard, you won't graduate and you won't get a job. Do you want to end up unemployed and homeless?"

I clenched my fist. All calls always ended up like this. She was onto me like a damn FBI agent. I hated her. I hated my life, being forced into this by my parents. I hated school, but I was enrolled anyway.

"Look, mom. I'll just study really hard in my finals. It's like 50% anyway. It'll cover everything up."

"And if you fail the finals?"

"It won't happen."

"It will happen. You're useless, your habits are terrible. I guarantee you, you won't pass your finals like this."

"Oh, well look at the time. It's getting late. Gonna hit the bed!" I said, inching my cursor to the end call button. I was clenching my fist so hard my knuckles turned white. I wasn't useless. I just was living a life I didn't want. Why couldn't anyone understand that?

I ended the call and lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. My life was so shit. I didn't have any friends. No girlfriend. No supportive parents. I was failing all my classes, and my roommate was passing everything, as if he was just simply better than me in anything. I was unfit, from my diet of chips, and 7up all thought out high school.

If I could just... reset the board. Maybe I could have lived my life as a hero or something. I hated who I was. This life I was given, it was so trash.

I got up from the bed. I couldn't sleep. I drank a lot of coffee in the afternoon because I was falling asleep in Chemistry. The professor was trash. I went up to the mirror, looking at my face. I was so ugly. My hair was a mess. And I had an odor problem.

I thought back to that cute girl I saw in the bus.

What makes you think she's going to say yes to you.

I gripped the counter, as I glared at my reflection. He was right. Why would she say yes to me? I was a loser.

"This is unfair." I muttered. "So unfair."

I looked at the trashcan. The dance. Sam already had a date with his girlfriend. And he wanted me to go, giving me the invitation. My vision turned red with rage. It was so easy for him. He was good looking. He was in the wrestling team. He had top grades and a girl who was studying medicine. A loving supporting family. Everything was going well for him. And then there was me.

He could never understand how I felt. I was ugly, stupid, had no friends. Hell, I don't even know my real parents. In fact I don't even know my past. I can't even remember anything from before high school. My step parents told me it was because I had below average memory. Meaning I couldn't remember as much stuff as a normal person.

I closed my eyes as tears ran down my face.

"Why..." I muttered.

"WHY AM I SO PATHETIC!" I screamed at my reflection.

"WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!" I slammed my fists against the counter as hard as I could. Of course, I was weak as hell, and ended up hurting my wrists.

I got up and sighed. There was nothing I could do. Just another mental breakdown as usual. I looked back at my reflection. My pathetic self. In my pathetic and boring mundane life. I went back to my room to sleep early. It was 9pm, but I didn't feel like gaming tonight. I was shit in Champions of Terra anyway.