New Life

It had been 5 days since you started giving doses, meaning it was a Friday, specifically a Friday afternoon and you were in PE running laps, a perfect time to reflect on your thoughts.

To sum up the week, you would have to say it had been great, while at the same time nothing had changed at all. Those at the clinic had stuck to their schedule like clockwork. Around 8:45 you would be messaged on the special app they gave you to download and at 9:00 a portal would open in your bedroom.

From there it was a quick walk to the ‘treatment’ room and walk back when you were done, sometimes taking longer than others. You were right, the patient defiantly wanted to talk, bringing up random topic every time you went.

Sometimes it was on culture, other times it was on what your favorite drink was, (Yours was an iced chocolate with whipped cream on top, while hers was a Triple Mocha Frappe), other times it was whatever you could think of at that moment.

Your mother hadn’t noticed yet that you kept disappearing every night, but that would be because she hadn’t really been home most nights, still toiling away with her research, it was a bit depressing at times, but you got by pretty easy.

After learning how to cook your own meals a year or two back it was quite easy to live on your own half the time. Either way all things up you left at 9:00 and got back around 10:00 or a little later, but not too much because of school.

School was the same as always, no one having found out you were a donor, thank god. In your opinion no one could know, not even your best friend. It would be the equivalent of social suicide, something that you didn’t want to do right now.

You had only seen Dr Veritas once since the first visit, which was on the third day. Everything was as they said, set up in a way where there wasn’t much need for contact between anyone but the donor and the patient. (even if that was through a glory hole with an inbuilt speaker).

Least it gave you more time to talk with her, which she seemed to appreciate.

But now back to the running…your limbs were starting to tire after such a long run, Mr Jackson the P.E. teacher had been building up the endurance of the whole class for some reason or another, not that you cared at that moment. What you really cared about was the fact that you and a few of the football players had been roped into doing an extra 20 laps.

Yes you thought you were hearing things when he said an extra 20 as well, but no he wasn’t. He was just one of those teachers, it didn’t matter if you had asthma, if you didn’t have a note from your parent as well as express permission to sit out from the principle you would have to do whatever he said when he had you.

Most of the students for obvious reasons hated him. Thankfully the Principle was an understanding person.

*Ding Ding Ding Ding*

Finally the bell for the next class sounded and you almost dropped to the ground. You lay there completely out of breath as you drag yourself to the locker room to change. You had 10 minutes to make it to the next class which you would **** to hell and back.

As you got out of your gym clothes and washed up, you couldn’t help but stare at your phone every chance you got. You weren’t the only one, every other guy was also doing it and you were sure every girl in their locker room was doing the same.

The reason was simple, the Justice League was fighting a big bad down in New York. That wasn’t really what was news worthy though, that happened every other day. No what was captivating was the fact that they had brought in the big guns, (Superman, Martian Man Hunter, Green lantern, Wonder Woman, Power Girl, Aquaman and The Flash), and whatever they were fighting was still kicking!!!

The fight had been going on for 3 hours already, the city being evacuated as the fight drew out. A camera crew, as always, still somehow finding a way to film the battle for the worlds viewing pleasure. Did the camera man focus on the torn costumes of the super heroines that was showing extra skin, yes, yes he did. Was it the best sight ever, yes, yes it was.

Sadly you couldn’t watch the eye candy for two long as you made your way to English class with Mr Porter. He was a bit of a hard ass when it came to the teachers of the school, right up there with Mr Jackson.

If he caught anyone with their phone out during class or even with it when they walked in, it would be confiscated, but that was after he made you read out or show the class whatever you were looking at.

It was worse if you actually fell asleep in his class, but it was sooooo easy!

He had one of the worst teaching methods possible, but something every school you could think of did.

The Power Point teacher!

Bringing a power point up with ridiculously long paragraphs and pictures, he would spend 40 mins to 2 hours depending on if you had a double period droning on as you went through. It was ****, but with how tired your body currently was it was a bit looked forward to.

You think you made it around 5 minutes in before your mind started to drift again. Funnily enough it once again drifted to your current patient and your now frequent talks. Last night had definitely been one of the most interesting, of course that was because you had actually told her some personal information.

Nothing too personal, that definitely wasn’t allowed, but you had shared first names.