"WHAT?!?" you yelped, leaping from your bed, only to be smacked by a stinging pain and fall back down, coughing and sputtering. The two doctors rushed to your side to make sure you were alright, telling you to rest and take things slowly, your body obviously not ready for any type of significant movement yet, as you lay there hard to believe what they'd just told you. However, after a few minutes, once the anguish had eased, you managed to choke out, "You're kidding, aren't you? You you want me to pretend that a stranger is my mother and that my own mother hasn't recently died!? That's...crazy!"
"I realize it may seem that way, and it may appear really callous and difficult to take right now, but it truly is for everyone's good, Tim," Dr. Saunders informed you, attempting to be diplomatic. "We don't want you to think we're making light of your mother's death, but this is the only option. Nobody else can be aware of this process, thus Ms. Sullivan must appear to have died while your mother remains alive."
"I realize it's excessive, but it's the only option. You can play the role of a mother and son till you're old enough"
Even after the doctor's explanation, you were still not convinced; it simply seemed so terrible and not something you could picture having to do.
"Who exactly is Wanda Sullivan?" You should also know who the lady who will be your new mother is; for some reason, her name sounds familiar.
" Uh well. Wanda Sullivan, according to the information we have, is a 39-year-old tattoo artist. As far as we know, she is single, and she has a son called Trevon." Immediately the bell rings in your head.“Right, right” Dr. Kerry continued reading something before continuing “So, how my colleague was saying, her son, goes to Central High School...” but you had stopped listening him, as you were lost reminiscing your memories.
Together with Randall – your best friend of all your life – both of you have had known Jason for much of your life – from kindergarten, all the way to now in High School. But different from the bond that the both of you shared – friendship – what you felt towards Jason was a sense of disdain, fear and indifference.
From your earliest memories of him, he has always been an asshole. Pulling his weight everywhere he went, shoving the boys that he didn’t like, not respecting teachers alike, and acting condescend or misogynistic towards girls. And if in kindergarten this comportment was moderate – saying hurtful stuff just for the sake of it – this increased over time, now even using violence is some cases. This, together with the fact that he was a big guy – width and height wise, without being overweight – mean that he could normally overpower most of the student body without resistance.
And he has it for everyone; you, Randall, the nerd guys, the theater students, class bands, the teacher, the principal, the guys that didn’t stand out, everyone. The only ones that he actively didn’t search out were the jocks and their girlfriends, only because it would normally end in a fight for both groups, where he normally has the disadvantage in number – and the Jocks knew how to fight and were in greater shape. So normally he left them alone, but it was well known fact that he held them in contempt. And the full student body held him back in contempt.
Weirdly enough, this attitude of him of not bowing down to anyone has bring the respect of some people – mostly misfits that otherwise would be by themself. Everyone knew that he didn’t had friends, but you could always see him with two of his most subservient goonies. So, the rest of the people also didn’t actively try to reach towards them.
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