87. LIFE OF SAM

Everyone has a story. All humans think that they are special because for them they are the main characters of their lives. Whether they are good or bad, hero or villain; they are all part main character of their own life. That is why I became a writer who writes stories and discovers new facets of human character.

My name is Sam. Yeah, that's it. My parents wanted to keep it short. They think that life should be lived comfortably and one should not bother too much about ordinary life. They want me to enjoy my life. But then my mother never let my father enjoy his life. Though I must admit that it is because he is a very carefree man. He has a garage but he never bothered to maintain it until my mother reminded him that the garage needs to be maintained.

But still, I sometimes feel bad for the man because Mom never lets him buy even his favorite motorcycle. She says that it is a waste of money even though she lectures me about how to enjoy my life all the time. Talk about being a hypocrite. Anyway all humans are like that but it is not I can do anything about it. After all, I am also a human. So I just try to go on with my life and the people around it.

It has been like that ever since I was a child. I never cared about anything. I never bothered to make friends or play. I only played basketball from time to time on the basketball court until it became crowded. I was only comfortable with Lily because she used to drag me with her whenever she came and dress me as a girl.

She used to say that I was cute but she lived in the village while I lived in the city so most of the time I was all alone which made me interested in storybooks of all kinds. From fairytales to books of Noddy and comics. I also loved to study Maths, Science, and literature. But my turned upside down when my parents almost got divorced. It was because they used to fight a lot those days because of Mom's friends. I don't know the exact details since I was just a kid but I think my father accused my mother of cheating on her.

I was sent to live with my grandparents in the village for three years. I was admitted to a new school in that village so even if I had some friends in my first school I lost them all altogether. Well, in the new school, I never talked. I began to ignore people like my parents were ignoring me. And that habit has still stayed with me which irritates some people including Myra. It was then that I started to write stories in my diary. A fictional story about a boy who lived happily with his parents. It was my way of coping with the harsh reality of my life.

Anyway, all I did was study hence I became a genius who only studied and wrote stories. My first story was published by a famous company. When a teacher sent my story to them. It was a pretty dark story about a boy who commits suicide because of the burden of his studies. It was a kind of criticism of the education system. Because of my story education system was re-evaluated and the grading system was introduced on a national level. I got promoted to higher classes earlier and ended up being in the same class as Lily.

Also, not everybody knows but Lily suffered from an abuse in her early childhood which made her very distant. I never knew that much about Serena because she was holed up in Lily's house but after that incident, those two became so close. Anyway, after three years my parents resolved their dispute and I was again in Parampura. Then when I was 14 plus, I was offered to admit in Parampura's elite school where I was directly admitted in class 11. Lily also came to Parampura and got admitted to the same school, in the same class. I was pretty short compared to other kids because of being young and people teased me for not having any hair on my face. Again I never bothered.

This school is a pretty decent place. It seems that there are people here who can reform things in the society. I even made friends. And I met that weird girl. Who is like my mirror image? But not an exact one. A bit distorted.

Unlike that weird girl, I don't hate people. I just try to keep my safe distance from people. You could say that I am an introvert. Nothing special about that many people are like that. Well, speaking about that weird girl. I don't exactly remember the details of the day when I first met her but I think she was running. At first, she looked very similar to me. She wore the same kind of clothes as I do. She doesn't care much about the people around her. But unlike me, she doesn't know how to escape from being caught up in an unwanted situation. I can see that she hates people but she is forced to be with them which is very interesting from a writer's perspective but she irritates me because she is too much into science and thinks that literature and all other subjects are far more inferior than science. But she forgets that science can be preserved and transmitted because of literature.

Anyway, we fight a lot, then don't talk to each other for a while and finally everything becomes normal like nothing ever happened. I often notice little things about her like how her long black hair is always messy at the end of the day even though she brushes it every morning or how her skin is dark but kind of pink. Her eyelashes are not that long but her eyes are very large and blackish brown. But what is pleasant about her is her smile. She smiles beautifully. Maybe that is what makes her tolerable.

Damn it I am still thinking about her. Not to mention I wrote the main character of my novel based on her, I even wrote her a poem. Maybe it is because we are both similar but yet so different. Anyway, now I am finally in class twelve and thankfully my secondary sexual characters are developing. My editor called this morning. I have to write another novel. Seriously, sometimes that guy irritates me. I never wanted to have an editor but the company forced me to have one. And I can't complain because the company gives me a lot of royalties.

Once I have enough money I will be self -published author and will open my own company. It will be difficult but I won't give

up. No matter what.