Gustav had been waking up early for year.
Since he was a baby, he had a thing for waking up his parents very early in the
y day and not been able to sleep until it was later in the day, so late that
their whole morning routine was disturbed by his actions. They didn’t need a
clockwork because his timing which was always perfect. Every single morning at
nine o’clock he would start crying and would do it for about two hours until he
stopped and resumed later that day, in the evenings.
After that, in preschool, he was considered a
very different little boy. He woke up before his mother and his father and was
able to serve himself a glass of orange juice which he drank as he waited for
them to wake up. The bus picked him up at seven and he woke up at six every
single day, no exception. As he got older, he was able to dress himself and
work the shower in order to have the water in the right temperature, the one he
preferred.
In his preteens, he was teased by all the
other kids because of such things. As per usual, they didn’t like him because
he was so different. He wasn’t a genius or anything like that. His parents
thought he would demonstrate at an early age his remarkable brain and that they
would have to homeschool him because of how special he was going to be. But the
truth was much different: he was only different because his eyes started to
bother him from an early stage and glasses were needed sooner than expected.
Gustav knew he needed the glasses but he was
sure to take them out whenever he was able. He liked to take them off in the
bus back home or in class when he was sleepy. Most adults didn’t like when he
did that but the truth was he had never grown accustomed to sing them.
Sometimes, on weekends, he wouldn0t use them at all, instead playing around the
house like a normal kid having no problem with his vision.
As a teenager he was still harassed by his
classmates, pushed around occasionally, especially after gym class. It was the
favorite moment of the week for jocks who were eager to prove themselves more
important than everyone else. Even then, he was the first to arrive to school
and that granted him with a special knowledge of everyone’s ways to do things.
He realized the people that annoyed him had a
really bad problem with sleeping so what he did was just avoid them in places
they would never go on and if that wasn’t working, he would always know which
classrooms were available to tell them in order for him to be released and them
to have a nice nap or even for kissing their girlfriend. Whatever it was,
Gustav knew it was useful information.
Even in college, living away from his parents,
he woke up very early in the morning to read the notes he had taken the way
before. It was his technique for remembering stuff. The other good thing was
that he always had a great seat in the earlier classes of the day and sometimes
they did put up the most interesting ones very early.
Different from high school, Gustav became one
of those people that everyone knew in college. At first, he didn’t really have
any friends but every single person knew who he was. He soon made real friends
and in no time he was going to parties and drinking and smoking and doing every
single thing teenagers do if they want to defy the authority out up to control
them. After all, Gustav was only special in so many ways and, sadly, not really
in a significant one that can save anyone from anything.
Even after weekend long parties, he found
himself waking up drunk or with a huge hangover very early in the morning. No
one ever did that so that made him very notable in his group of people. It
wasn’t that they made fun of him but rather that that they seem to be really
captivated by how strange he was. And he knew they were all looking at him so
he decided to be more interesting and started changing his clothes and doing
more interesting things with that extra time he seemed to have every single
day.
He started to smuggle drugs into the campus
the second year he attended college. Some guy he had met at a party told him
about the huge amount of money he could get just buy passing the product from
one person to the other, he didn’t really had to sell anything, he just had to
help the product get to the real buyer. He never really knew who that person
was, but he was very excited about being involved in such a thing.
As
he woke up so early, he could easily grab the packages from one site and put it
in the next without anyone saying anything. The only people that were awake so
early were the members of the cleaning crew and many of them were also involved
in the network of drug handlers. He was proud of himself because he had proven
himself to be useful in some way. He had never felt that, not in his career and
not before at home or elsewhere.
The
smuggling business lasted for two whole years until some idiot was busted with
a large pack of ecstasy pills in a park, at night. Apparently, she had the
stupid idea of trying to rob one pill from the package and when she opened it
every single pill jumped out of the small bag and fell into the grass in the
middle of campus. The police was notified fast by some older woman and the girl
was arrested and possibly sent to prison fro drug trafficking. The thrills
ended for everyone that day.
He knew he was lucky that he never got caught
but, even so, Gustav was kind of sad that part of his life was over. Soon, he
would graduate and he would have to confront the real world on his own. The
truth was he didn’t feel ready to take on anything by himself. He used his
morning time to walk around, to get to the roof of his dorm and lay down
looking art the sky and watching the last stars of the night disappear. He
thought of his decisions and his possibilities in a world that asked everyone
to be exceptional, special in some way but no one really was.
When he received his diploma, he came back
home for some time. It was nice to see his parents again and feeling they were
as proud of him then as they had been years before, when he thought he was the
most special little boy to live in the planet. They were really nice people,
honest and full of good principles that they had tried to put into his son. But
they had failed and that’s why he couldn’t be in their presence for long. It
could get very exhausting.
Soon, he got a job in the city so he moved to
a small place and started making a life for himself. He was lucky enough to
land a job that required him to be very early every day so he didn’t really
mind. He was a cameraman in a morning show and that always happened very early.
His coworkers were always very tired in the morning, having to drink two or
even three cups of coffee to actually work. He didn’t need that.
His superiors realized that and decided to
assign him to a reporter that was in charge of all the “night stories”. He went
all over the city in the darkest hours to report on what was happening like
road accidents, cases of violence, curious occurrences and all types of things
that happened really late or early in the day. Gustav felt he was in the
perfect place, being able to do his work in the best way possible.
After his first six months, his boss was so
impressed with his work that he decided to assign him the job of reporter after
the one they had decided to drop out because of the “difficult job schedule”.
Gustav was very thankful because he had never thought of being in front of the
camera instead of behind it. He got some classes on how to speak properly and
he documented himself on the city. By the time he started, every person looking
just fell in love with him.
For that work, he received a lot of praise
including several awards that made him kind of a famous personality in TV. He
eventually got married and received many other proposals for similar jobs and
he would consider them all because he had finally understood he did have
something that made him special. It was just it wasn’t the most amazing thing
ever.
