The Long and Winding Road

Next morning was school. John got ready and went downstairs.

"Hey sleepy head." Marin joked.

"Its not that late!" John mumbled.

"We will have to leave in a few minutes."

"Come on kids." Mrs. Williams said opening the door.  "John i got something for you."

"Thanks. Wheres Paul?"

"Uh, upstairs?" Marin looked at Ashley, who shrugged.

"Ill go check on him." John hurried back upstairs. "Paul?"

"Yeah?" Paul hurried out of the bathroom with his backpack.

"We gotta leave. You take for ever." John shook his head. Paul rolled his eyes and shoved him.

"Come on kids!"

"Im not a kid." John stated.

"I have to tell you to hurry up, don't i? Come on." Their mum giggled and walked out the door.

The boys were dropped off at school and Paul made his way to his class room with George and Ashley tagging along.

"see ya Paul!" George waved goodbye and left for his class with Ashley. Paul was now walking to his class alone. 

He wished he could have someone with him. School halls were still scary.

"Williams!" 

Paul turned around and noticed he was past his door to his first class, math.

"Sorry, sir." Paul said softly and walked back in. He felt like he was in a new class room, a new school, or school was new to him. 

"How are you Paul?" The teacher asked him. Paul stopped and turn around to face the teacher.

"Im...im fine sir."

"Im sorry about what happened, and also glad you are out of that coma." He smiled.

Paul nodded as he held back tears. He went to sit in the back. His thoughts drifted from the lesson to his past. How terrible it really was and he had forgotten all of it, till now. Now it was just his mum. Not a complete family anymore.

He wondered if he'd ever see his real siblings too. Maybe they all died? 

"Paul."

Paul shook his head and looked up. 

"Are you okay?"

"im fine." Paul mumbled.

The teacher nodded and then continued to ask him a question.

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"John, how old are you?" An irritated teacher asked.

John laughed a little and looked straight at her then looked up and squinted his eyes like he was thinking. "85."

"Seriously Williams."

"18."

"Do 18 year old stand up here?"

"When they are talking they do."

"John be serious."

"I am!" 

"Sh."

"Fine."

"Sh."

"Okay!"

The teacher rolled her eyes and then looked back at the class to continue her lecture on History.

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