Colours In Blackness - A New Life - Book #1
Two days now. I've had this stupid migraine for two damn days! It's not so bad right now. At
least I stopped throwing up. I didn't eat breakfast this morning, because I was nauseated and was
afraid that I'd puke in class. I'd never live that one down, but now I'm starving.
I’m eighteen years old and I've been getting these ridiculous headaches most of my life or at
least as far back as I can remember. But lately, they seem to be getting worse.
“I'm sorry Mrs. Grant, I didn't hear the question.” What was I going to say to get me out of
this; randomly pick an answer, blurt out something that has no relevance to her question and get
laughed at by my fellow classmates? I don’t think so.
“I asked you, what the capital of Northwest Territories, and what their main industry is? You
would have heard me if you weren't napping during the lesson.” My teacher is a little snippy
Mrs. Grant is a nice teacher. I like her, but she's tough. If you don't pull your own weight,
then she'll fail you. But I'm a good student, holding a 3.8 grade point average, so teachers don't
usually bother with me.
“Oh. Um, well, Yellowknife is their capital, and I think they mine gold up there.” My brain
is going to explode. Please don't ask me anything else. I don’t want to have to think anymore.
With a smirk on her face, Mrs. Grant adds, “They also mine for coal.” She goes on talking
about the Northwest Territories, but no matter how hard I try to pay attention to her, I just can't
focus. I'll probably never go there anyway.
Please let the bell ring, so I can get the hell out of here. Wait, no, the bell ringing will be like
knives stabbing through my brain. But at the same time, I know it will get me closer to relief.
School will finally be done for the week. TGIF... Huge!
I just want to go home and hide in my room. I'm going to close my curtains and my door; no
outside noise, just the sound of my own breathing.
I want to just curl up in my bed with the blanket over my head. Oh it sounds like Heaven
right now. I just have to endure the fifteen minute bus ride from Belle River back to Tecumseh.
I live in Tecumseh, Ontario. That's near the southernmost tip of Canada; just across the
“crick” from Detroit, Michigan. That's what a lot of the old timers say, ‘just across the crick’.
Tecumseh used to be a small town, according to my mom who's lived here since she was
nine years old. Now it's more like a city, even though everyone still calls it a town.
The biggest news of the week is when someone gets their car broken into. Needless to say,
it's still safe to walk down the street alone at night.
There's always someone walking their dog here, even in a snowstorm. They just put a goofy
sweater on him, and sometimes even booties. You can almost see the humiliation on the dogs
face as he saunters by.
Living here isn't so bad... boring... definitely. At least we have a huge variety when it comes
to the weather. Winter snowstorms where the temp drops to about -20F (-28C) or worse, and
summer heat waves of up around 110F (43C) degrees or more. It varies. It’s the humidity that’ll
I awaken to the sounds of birds outside my window. Some robins decided to nest in my
window box that is usually full of flowers. Of course I couldn't plant flowers after they had
created a nest in there. What do I do, throw it over the edge and watch their eggs splatter on the
cement below? I'm not that cruel.
Besides, I've enjoyed watching them huddle over the eggs when it was raining. It's gross
when they first hatch. They look like ugly little veiny things.