Ryan Aguilera Unsung Hero from Another World Volume 1

at a dead-end job.

I never knew my parents that well. All I know, they dropped me off at the Orphanage when I was a month old. I spent most of my life there though there was no case of abuse there. At least, that is not what I experienced. I was alright with my Secondary School. I scored well in my classes though I did not make any friends. I kept to myself. Avoid people whenever possible. But I talked to some people at times.

Though I was a target of bullying, I stood up for myself and only used violence whenever necessary. But, as usual, I got into serious trouble as I almost killed the bully.

If there was one thing that made me happy was reading books. I may not enjoy doing English Literature, but the feeling of reading makes me feel like I am in another world.

Another thing that made me happy was my guitar. I got it when I was twelve. Ever since then, I have kept it in perfect condition ever since.

Yet, when I reached the age of sixteen, I was forced to leave. Thank God I had left that place though I do miss where I spent most of my life. Though, that did not prevent someone from letting me stay at their home until I had completed my A-Levels. Yet I had to pay around a hundred a month.

I knew at this point that my chances at University were never possible.

Luckily, that person was kind enough to allow me to stay at their place as long as I finished my education. They realised that I was a child with no parents or support.

For my Sixth Form years, it was hard. Balance my part-time job as a part-time member at a local fast-food restaurant and my education. Fortunately, I managed to pass my exams with my expected grades and got accepted into Cardiff Metropolitan University in an English and Creative Writing Course for a bachelors Degree.

Three years went by. I made a few friends, and we hung out when we were not busy with our courses. After three years had passed, I graduated and earnt what I deserved. But it cost me a lot of stress due to balancing my education, my part-time job, and my rent.

I decided I pack all my things and move to London to start fresh. Saying goodbye to the people, who sheltered me for the past five years and quitting my part-time job, I eventually moved to London. It was not that hard to find a cheap apartment. It is where I was at where my new life begun. I would have had to find a job immediately if I would prevent myself from being homeless.

A week later, I managed to land one, which was working as a waiter for a restaurant. It was decent pay, and I could afford to pay my rent. I worked twelve hours on the weekdays and only had weekends off to afford the bills. I thought it was a fresh new start at first.

Yet, this old feeling hit me back. It was as if Karama had hit me like a razor knife being used to stab my mind once again. Hate that feeling.

The buzzing city I once thought I would find an opportunity in is now this grey area I reside. I had done this for two straight years, and no sign of stopping.

I feel like a programmed robot. Do what everyone is tasked with to progress this unfair system. Perhaps that Degree was worth nothing after all. It was as if it was trapping all of us in a system whether we liked it or not. This system seems to be on the Social Darwinism mindset rather than the well-being of others. The wealthy and well-educated individuals strive while causing many problems for the lowest of Society.

I stopped playing my guitar as I was back in the present and looked at the clock on my wall to see the time. It was then I realised what time it was. It was Quarter Past Eleven at Night.

I sighed as I wanted to rest for tomorrows work schedule. I got off my couch and walked to my room. I changed out of my uniform and began to clean myself. It took me about fifteen minutes to do this, and I was in my white tank top and grey shorts as my pyjamas. Walking towards my dull-looking bed, I looked at the mirror to see a reflection of myself. I saw how miserable I was. I let out a fake smile to cheer myself up for the next day.

I then got into bed and turned off the lights. I was still awake and had some bothersome thoughts. I wonder if the next day would be better than the previous day. But nope, whenever I think of it, it gets worst each passing day.

Tiredness had eventually overcome me, and I began closing my eyes. My whole body shut down. I had one thing my mind wanted to speak before I shut off. When will this dull life change?