All Chapters of A Sign For Aiden: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 2JUST A HELLO WOULD DOAIDENThere must be a school that teaches fake crying that I am not aware of. I do not recognize half of these people but yet they seem more heart broken than me and it's my father who died. I don't feel like crying though I don't see the point and it's not like father died a tragic death. He was eighty five years old for God's sake. The lord was right to take him away.I watch the debacle from a good distance away so none of the 'mourners' find me and offer empty condolences which unfortunately won't bring back my dead father."There you are!" A familiar voice sounds behind me. I turn to find my aunt dressed like she's about to grace a Paris fashion house, "I've been looking all over for you! Come, Richard called. it's time to read your father's will."I cock an eyebrow, so soon? The man's body is still warm for God's sake and it's already time to read the will? The audacity of these people. "Alright." I respond.She smiles warmly, "Go wait in the car,

CHAPTER 4 TO BREATHE AIDEN I always thought this house was big enough to hide all of my insecurities but lately I’ve realized how stupid I was. Unless I remodel it into the statue of liberty I’ll have no such luck. I drop my book back on the library shelf, immediately commencing my panic push ups; movement always helps my thoughts flow well. When Aunt Clara first mentioned the idea of organizing a ball I just thought she was just spitting bollocks. Who organizes a ball these days? What is this 1805? How would a ball even help me if she plans on inviting 500 people? Is it possible to create friends in such a rowdy situation? Instead of this charade we should be trying to find some loophole in father’s will and not giving in to his absurd conditions. I wish she would just admit this ‘ball’ is more for her sake than mine. Although the event is four months away, just the thought of it is enough to make my insides twist into knots. After 100 pushups, 100 squats and 100 sit-up, I stand

CHAPTER 6IF ONLY IIT WAS THAT EASYAIDEN.TWO WEEKS LATER...Brrrrrrr!!!The cursed alarm chimes for the umpteenth time. I groan, reaching over to shut it off. I honestly cannot think of a time when I despised my alarm clock so deeply. I also cannot think of a time when I needed an alarm clock in the first place. For the last five years I have always gone to bed at exactly 11pm and promptly woken up at 7am. My alarm clock and I were always in sync with me waking just as it went off but today we are sworn enemies.To be fair I have never spent nights out playing with a boy before. I have never spent the night out before period. because until recently I have never had a reason to. I hop out of bed and stretch out my sore limbs. Jumping fences is not a skill I'm particularly good at but after repeated usage I have gotten better at it. After my muscles have loosened up, I feel less like a walking corpse. It's unnerving to feel so tired on the outside yet so alive on the inside, consequen

CHAPTER 8 THE MONSTER AIDEN “We apologize for any inconvenience this must have caused.” My eyes run through the last words of the email and I slam my laptop shut. I am trying not to feel too disappointed but I’m failing miserably. Yet another manufacturer has declined, yet another dead end. I study the blueprint next to me with a deepening frown. The designs for my solar powered cars are basically complete however there is still a monumental problem; I have yet to find a manufacturer that creates such powerful yet small solar panels like I designed in the prints. In stallion automobiles the design and aesthetics of the car are very important. Nobody wants to drive a car with a giant solar panel just sitting on top. “What should I do?” my father and I planned to launch this car within the next three years but now it seems it will have to be delayed further. How hard is to make a compact solar panel?! Brrrrr!!! The alarm goes off causing my to heart race with excitement. Its 11:00

CHAPTER 10 We Can Die Another Day AIDEN “What’s wrong with you?” Aunt Clara asks eying me with concern. “I’m a little tired.” I lie. “Is it the solar project? Is that what’s stressing you out so much?” “Yes that’s what the problem is.” It’s definitely not because I have been gallivanting the city with a handsome stranger. She sighs, placing her tea down, “you know you don’t have to handle it alone right? You can give it to me, I can help you.” “No thanks, that’s all I have left I can’t give that to you too.” I say a little more curtly than I intended. She winces, “what does that mean?” “That its mine and mine alone Aunt Clara” I reply trying not to roll my eyes, she likes to play the victim in every situation, “can we stop talking now? My head hurts too much.” “Well since you don’t need me ever I’m off to work,” she huffs, cat-walking out. “adios.” I mutter. Yesterday was amazing of course it’s just that I always have to pay for it in the morning, and eventual