T. B. Sangster Imagines [REQUESTS CLOSED]

→ Thomas Brodie-Sangster AU- The flashback Wiseacre ←

Your POV

Do you ever get the feeling that nobody understands you? How your family would force you to stop reading lovely books and make you watch some rubbish in the telly that doesn't even make sense?

Some families do the opposite. They let their children read whenever they want to be able to take advantage of school. They would love them for who they are and let them learn.

But in my family, they barely even know that I'm included in their tree. Whenever I ask them if I can have a book, they would say it's a piece of trash. So I ended up walking down the streets to get to my safe haven whenever they leave: the library.

I've been walking around Camberwell every week just to borrow to books from the library. I would read anything and everything just to make my imagination function. I would stay in my room, surrounded with books and read them, not caring if my family, especially dad, scolds me to quit reading and watch rubbish.

My family wants me to become one of them, a fraud, an idiot, cheap, a cheat. My dad sell those cars that are bummed then improperly fix it and he would just sell it in doubled prices. My sister is always rude, no manners or whatsoever ever since mum was gone.

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I'm listening to {your fave music} through my ear buds as I gaze upon the clouds on the back yards. Books are surrounding me, some of them are closed and some of them are open. I've finished all of it until in the afternoon, which made me lie down on the freshly cut grass with my legs crossed and a hand as my pillow and look up above as white puffy clouds move in one direction. I closed my eyes to feel a small breeze hit my whole body and the grass.

Or at least that was what I thought I was doing..

"Ms. Y/L/N!" I hear mr. Wormwood call me. I jumped from my seat and looked from the window to him immediately. I sneakily take off my ear buds. "Day dreaming again, are you?" He remarked as he turn around to face the board again. "If a person like you continues doing that then they don't know anything." He announced. He's obviously humiliating me by saying it loud enough to get heard by the whole class. "Excuse me, sir, but just because they imagine themselves in their expected lives doesn't mean they don't know anything. Everyone daydreams about everything. I even think you're daydreaming about yourself being naked at home and drinking beer as you watch rubbish in a telly." I retorted in a monotone voice.

The whole class chuckled from his humiliation. He slammed the dry erase marker down and looked at me with infuriating eyes. "Listen you little wiseacre, I'm big you're little, I'm smart you're dumb. And there's nothing you could do about it!" He scolded.

"Are you really smart?" I spat back. I know it's an arrogant thing to say. But somehow, I can see something from other people's past whenever I look at them in the eye. Like right now, I can see flashes of his memory being a teenager too. Weird.

He was about to speak up until the bell rang. Classes are over for today. I gave him a smirk as I gather my things and head out. Little did I know he was planning on something for me.

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When I got home, I went straight to my room. Ignoring all of the rude remarks of my sister who just got home. I slammed the door shut and I slump on the bed. I stared at the ceiling and think for a moment.

Sometimes I would like to daydream about people my age giving me a visit just to hang out with me. But for me, it's too good to be true. I always wonder how it feels to have a best friend.

Some people say friends are fake, some people say they are there for you whenever you need them. I don't know. It's been years since I came in contact with people and become friends.

~time skip~

"Hey, wiseacre, get out from your room, dad said that dinner's ready." My Sister, Amber, said without even knocking. I rolled my eyes and get up from my bed.

I got into the living room where they always eat because they're watching tv. People these days... I sighed and grabbed the food on the little table they provided then I head to the dining room where people usually eat supper. "Hey! Hey! Hey!" My dad shouted. I turned my attention to him with a slight glare. "What?" I rudely asked.

"Where are you going? Sit down and watch tv with us!" He demanded with food in his mouth. Like I said, they don't have manners

"The living room is not a place to eat, dad, the dining room is. So if you don't mind, I'll be eating my meal on a proper table that is not in front of a television." With that, I walked out of the room and sit down on the table in the dining room.

~time skip~

I get ready for bed and grabbed a book I borrowed that will be returned tomorrow. I'm almost done with it so why not finish it now?

I closed the book as soon as I read the epilogue. I put in the pile of books that need to be returned. Then I turned off the lamp beside me and go into a deep slumber.

But I was only half asleep. My mind made me wonder how I can see everything from the past when I look into someone's eyes. Like what I did to Mr. Wormwood earlier, when I looked into his infuriating eyes, I see his teenager self getting scolded by his dad for his low-graded report card.

Or with my sister, when I also looked into her orbs, when she was a four-year old, she was happy without a sibling and with a mum.

What's happening to me?