His mom entered and demandedly asked.
"What was that bang"
Noxan replied still hanging upside down.
"It was the clock,it fell down"
But deeply in him he thought to himself
*It lost balance like me.I can't define what's reality and fantasy,or whats extrem versus normal?What if there is no reality.What if I'm already living in the extrem?
I also feel like the clock still existing but not spinning.
I already lost my purpose like it.
I'm dirty and used, nobody needs that.
I'm useless,the light he brought was covered.
I'm myself after all,I wasn't made to he good*
His mom asked him
"Why didn't you pick it up.Your lazy,get a life.
You don't know anything better then to do those things you do without my presence."
His mother realized she doesn't know anything about him,not what he does or feels,but she wasn't sad about it,she didn't care after all it was him.
The next morning hold a cold everybody felt,but nobody talked about.
As noxan entered the room he saw that Sylas was bag again but something was different this time.
Noxan walked up to him and aksed
"Did you cut your hair?"
Sylas looked annoyed and upset of his haircut
"Yeah what about it?"
Noxan felt how the floor became thinner, making him upset without his intentions.
He tried to say
"Oh nothing I just noticed"
But Sylas interrupted him, pushing his whole body against Noxan.This time he wasn't playing,he was seriouslyfighting.
Noxan didn't wanna embarrass him ,he was too heavy to be knocked over that's why he tried to dodge his attacks.
He knew it was bad,he upset Sylas but ue had to smile,for him it felt different.
It felt like a dance,they both turned and moved,like a dance.It wasn't right in that situation but fantasy wins over realty.
Suddenly a door behind them opened.
Noxan noticed and jumped away with three little jumps so they don't get a detention,Sylas didn't seem to noticed till Noxan knocked on his shoulder.
It felt hard for him to stay casual,he experienced his first fight,dance and escape with Sylas.Memories formed by unknown.
In class Noxan still had this desire to dance which made him laugh uncontrolled.
Next to Noxan on the right side where 2 girls.Those 2 girls where friends,not just them both but also the 2 girls behind them.The were a mix of everything.
They saw what happened and looked at him realizing why he laughed,wich made Noxan laugh even more.
Everytime Noxan looked at them, having the same knowledge his smile became louder and stronger.