Narrative-Brotherhood

I laid my head on my table as I heaved a deep, exhausted sigh. That was the only way I could release the exasperation I had locked within myself. It is that tight feeling where you are unable to think or act; even breathe. To be precise, it feels like owl claws clutching your heart. Sitting there restlessly, I recalled the incident yesterday. It was an ordinary Thursday. The birds chirped merrily, the trees swayed in the slight breeze and the usual morning gossip was going on in the school. One corner was cluttered with juniors, the other the seniors. I sat there; literally motionless on the bench, watching the world pass by; my eyes blank and cold. ‘Hey James! It has been long since we hanged out. Do you want to join us after school to Buzz café?’ Looking back, I saw Tom and Mark grinning at me. A smile crept at the corners of my mouth as I eagerly accepted their invitation. Tom and Mark are one of those always stick with me through thick and thin. In my small, tight social circle, these two pals always help me through anything; whether it is work or even my isolation. With a spring in my step, I walked to the classrooms energetically as I awaited school to finish with intense anticipation. It has been a long time since I hanged out with anyone and maybe , today can change my mundane life. Time crawled and seemed like an eternity before I heard the school bell ring. With euphoria bubbling inside me, I accompanied my friends to the Buzz café- a popular site where most teenagers spend their time with friends. ‘So bro, did you check out the latest game boy! It was so cool! Ten thousand games yet the price is really affordable!’ Mark exclaimed. We were totally immersed in our conversation and I was certainly having the time of my life when I caught a glimpse of a familiar face. It was my brother.
Flabbergasted, I stared straight him, wide eyed. My heart palpitated wildly as if a cobbler was working at my heart. Knitting my brows, I tried to avoid him as