Fan Fiction |
by Livia
Bosco Wong rolled onto his stomach, throwing the comforters over his head, hoping that it would drown out the voice. He was successful in making it muffled and uncomprehendable but wasn't able to prevent the banging on the door. Thump. Thump. Thump. The tyrant has come. He opened his eyes to allow himself to see the time on his alarm clock: 6:45AM. There was still a good fifteen minutes before it was crucial that he got out of bed. He was already playing with fire as it is. The jiggling of the doorknob caused him to open his eyes wide. Perhaps it was better that he woke up instead of having those minutes of sleep.
"Open the door right this instant!" shouted the stifled voice from the other side of the door. Bosco paid no heed to his father yelling. He simply took his time in making his way across the room to his closet. He opened the double doors to reveal a wardrobe filled with black apparel. It made one wonder how he was able to differentiate between them when they were all the same color. "Do you hear me? I said open this door!" The yelling continued. Taking his clothes with him, Bosco unlocked the door and his father came through it in an instant. "Are you deaf or something? Didn't you hear me to wake up? Do you have any clue what time it is! You're going to be late!" He barked in his son's face. Bosco simply stood there clenching his teeth and tightening his fists into a ball, submitting to the endless tirade. With the continuation of the revilement, Bosco snuck a peek at his clock. It was fast approaching 7:00AM and at this rate, he was going to be late for school. Mr.Wong paused for a moment to catch his breath. Bosco saw this as a window of opportunity.
"Are you done? If you are, I have to go change to get to school." He turned around and headed out of the room. Just as he was about to exit, he turned around and added, "Don't want to be late." He smirked and walked down the hallway.
"WHAT'S going on!? It's too early in the morning for this!" It was Bosco's mother. She came rushing down the hall with a worried expression on her face. She sunk her eyes to the ground when she found her husband standing at the entrance of her son's room, fuming with anger.
"Why don't you ask your son?" he snapped and stormed past them. A slam of a door was then heard after he went to stew in his study. Mrs.Wong jumped at the noise; seeing that her husband was behind closed doors, she steered Bosco into the bathroom. Closing the door behind them, she pressed an ear against it, listening...
She then said in a near-whisper, "Don't mind him Bosco." She laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Do you have enough money to eat today? Here." She fumbled around in her pockets and pressed a wad of cash into the palm of his hand. "I'm going to go back out, I'll tell the cook to prepare your breakfast ok?" Mrs.Wong opened the door quietly, after looking up and down the hall, she slipped out of the bathroom.
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Sitting at the rear of the bus with a set of headphones over his ears, Bosco looked out the window. The day had only begun; shopkeepers were beginning to open up their businesses, students were headed to school, and business conglomerates moved in herds towards their respective companies. Returning his attention to the public transportation he was traveling by, Bosco observed the other two passengers on the bus. One was a woman in her late twenties, neatly groomed and well-dressed with a stack of papers in her hands. With a red pen, she was marking each paper. Bosco figured she was probably a teacher. The other busrider was an old man who was a frequent of the busline; Bosco would often see him during his rides to school. He settled back into his seat, going unnoticed despite the music blasting from his earphones.
Reclining in the gray chair, he smirked at the image of his father having a fit if he ever found out his son was taking public transportation. He had always preached of the values of the upperclass, needing to show their best assets to others. Basically, if you have the money, then flaunt it.
Throughout his life, or rather, the time he had been leaving with his parents, he had been catered well financially. His father forbade him to do anything which would make a mark on the Wong name. He would be driven around in the shiny Benz by the chaffeur, Roger. However, Bosco found independence in taking the bus ever since the day he had a fight with his father one weekday morning, a year or so ago. Mr.Wong was being his controlling self and Bosco was unable to tolerate the tongue-lashing. They had a huge disagreement which resulted in Mr.Wong taking away all his privilages- including the benefit of being driven in the fancy car. Unable to find a way to get to school, full of doubts, he had hopped on a bus and found his way there- but not only after missing his stop by three stops.
After the experience, he had found that it was the only aspect of his life which his father did not control. He was able to go wherever he wanted simply by paying a fare. It was freeing. Since then, Roger would drive him to school- only two blocks away that is, to drop his young master off at the bus stop for him to go by himself. It was a little secret between Bosco and the chaffeur.
The bus came to a stop in front of Elm College. Bosco exited the bus and made his way onto campus. As he walked through the gates, he spotted a group of students gathered at the steps of the building. A few individuals stuck their heads above the others and took a few glimpses of him. As he looked over at them, they quickly turned to one another and talked, occassionally glancing at him. Not paying any attention to them, Bosco walked pass them as he heard fragments of their conversations. "Who? That kid?" "I don't know, he creeps me out." Entering through the glass doors which shut behind him, the comments ceased momentarily only to be replaced by some more curious stares.
Not caring for the scrutinizing looks, Bosco simply made his way to class.
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So...how was the first chapter? I'm not sure whether it was too short or not. I was considering making it a bit longer- adding one more section on but figured it was best to leave it for maybe the next chapter. I don't think it was that great, it didn't come out as good as I expected. I'm becoming quite lethargic and never feel like writing. Also, is the text hard to read with the colors? I tried taking the background off but it only made it worse since the layer under it is black. If there are difficulties, I'll try and think of something to switch it with. Lastly, I didn't know that this was going to be a hard task to do; I just realized that I have no clue and direction for this story whatsoever. Usually, I plan everything out, or make a vague plot of the whole thing. Yes, it just sounds SO promising only after the first chapter doesn't it...? x_X