I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. I ignored it and rolled over pushing my dyed blue curly hair out of my eyes and shutting them again.

“Cassian! Was that your alarm? Come on get up!” I heard someone call from downstairs.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming” I muttered to myself as I opened my eyes, rolled over and got out of bed.

I stumbled out of bed, walking over to the brown chest of drawers which had my mirror on it. I looked myself in the eyes, I was a five foot four boy with a fair complexion, ocean blue eyes, curly hair which I had dyed blue as a young child, mainly because my dad had his hair dyed blue and I wanted to be like him, I really should change it but I can’t be bothered, and I guess I kind of like it, I just don’t want to be seen as a copy of my father, I’m already stuck in his shadow enough.

I let out a small sigh, leaving my bedroom, something I didn’t do often, I  probably couldn’t even tell you how many rooms were in the upstairs hallway.

I looked around as I walked, the walls were a creamy off-white, all the doors and door frames were brown with grey silver handles. My dads office door was open, there was a brown desk with multiple monitors and a computer on it, the monitors were all on different articles or documents. At the desk there was a black office chair, it had a brown jacket on it. There seemed to be a lot of brown in this house. There was also a bookshelf full of my parents’ books. 

“Fucking narcassists” I muttered to myself, “I mean who even reads anymore”

“Lots of people, actually” Said a girls voice from behind me, I turned around. The girl had black glasses, pale skin, brown hair like my natural colour and she was carrying books, my sister.

“You mean you and your book cult friends?”

“I mean everyone but the idiots you talk to and illiterate people”

“Illite what?”

“People that aren’t literate, hence why it has- whatever, aren’t you a bit late waking up? We leave in like twenty minutes” She walked off.

I sighed. I turned around and went back to my bedroom, I would just skip breakfast, it’s not like I was hungry anyway. I had clothes and other things on random places on the floor. I scanned the room looking for something slightly decent to wear. Of course there wasn’t much, I just picked out some black jeans, a white t-shirt and a blue and black plaid shirt.

It was 11:02 am, I was staring out the window in the middle of a bus, for some reason my parents liked to take private buses to interviews, book signings and other boring things. 

I had of course distanced myself from my family, it seems my sister had had the same idea, she was sitting at the back, my parents and rest of my siblings in the front. It was a nice day outside, mainly clear sky with a few clouds, the sun was out and it seemed there was a light breeze in the air, I gathered this from the fact every so often the branches of the trees would slightly shiver.

 I looked away from the window, opening my black backpack which was on the seat beside me, I grabbed my grey mp3 player and black earphones from my bag. As I looked back out the window I put my earphones in and turned some music on. American Idiot by Green Day had started playing, this song was a bit like my view on the world.

11:49 am, the bus had just stopped outside some big mall, I turned my music off and put the mp3 player away.

“Where exactly are we again?” I raised my voice slightly to make sure I could be heard, I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder while I waited for a reply.

“We’re staying the weekend here in Luxembourg and then next week we’re heading to South Korea, like we’ve been over about twenty times, Cassian.” My dad recited, sighing. “Seriously start trying to remember stuff, please.”

I went to say something but stopped, exhaling, I knew he was right, I really didn’t try; I didn’t think it was my fault though, in my mind my family were the ones to blame.

I was walking down the steps by the buses exit as the world tipped over..