Thoughts of a Troubled Boy

Sitting up in bed as usual he looked up, his eyes towards the cieling. Hmm...my day...such a good thing, yet so odd. I met a smoking twelve year old...it was something I never knew could happen. I was so maddened...it was odd...I felt like my father telling me what to do. He was so annoying, and the anger rose up in me like a volcanic strike. Well...other than that I met an interesting woman named Amelia. She was very kind, and very much like me. I felt so connected to her, and ice cream with her was great. Well...I still don't know who my room mate is, but I don't really care. I will probably ignore him anyways. I got to go to bed, or else I won't do so well...not like I do well anyways, with the teachers attitude and all.

His eyes looked once more to the cieling, it was his first month here and it hadn't been so bad. Not as bad as he thought anyways. The constant thoughts of his impending marriage to Amelia, the smoking twelve year old, the accursed fourteen year old, and the many aquaintances and enemies he had formed, roamed around his head, waiting for a way to get out in one sentence.

Beautiful It was almost what he wanted, he was content and there was nothing really to life. His art was going to be in the art room and upon the table in his room was a glass figurine of Amelia.

It was so funny how they met. From a petal of the rose he made a mini soccer ball and let the glass Amelia kick it back into the rose. Valentine smiled, "goal" he whispered as his roommate snorted for the thousanth time and woke up.

"GO TO SLEEP! DON'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO--" A punch was launched into the back of his head.

"Go to sleep ya stupid nut!" Valentine smiled as he said nut, he hadn't smiled at all that much before. She was affecting him.

And he loved it.