Post by Harley Scarow on Mar 13, 2007 22:42:37 GMT -5
Chapter 1: Rejected!
Daylight woke again, after the random night in which a I blended with the shadows for no apparent reason whatsoever. The moon was hiding back within the other corners, shining her light on the other sides of the world. Yet another generic morning showed its way on the face of my sneaky self, having already made it back from his expedition yesterday. Wherever I went was kept covert under my wishing will, but it was obvious that I wasn’t up to no good. My long black hair stuck like flurries trapped with each other.
“Hey Peter, wake up!” a girl from the location’s hallway called the boy sleeping on the bed. She was a rather beautiful girl with an Asian complexion, wearing a white and pink shirt revealing the upper part of her breast and sporting black jeans lowered enough to reveal the bellybutton she had with earrings attached to them. Dressing her hair in ponytails and wearing bracelets in her arms, she had a valley girl’s appearance. Unlike myself, the girl was ready to go to school and such, having been prepared.
“What?” I got out of the bed, with the same pillow head sparks radiating on his head, fuzzy like a horrible brush was used to groom it. “Thanks Jenny. What time is it?”
“It’s time for the both of us to go to school, don’t you already know that?”
“What, it’s Monday already…?”
“Yeah, it’s Monday, and I made you breakfast on the table, so come eat something.”
Within minutes, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, got ready with everything else, and left outside in his day’s wear. It was composed of a green shirt baring a white, yellow and pink outline sketch of a bat creature laid on top of a forest green shirt, glowing in the welcome of the sunshine. From the looks on my current face, I was not fond of daylight, being the type to wake up early in midnight’s leaving before the sun would fully arrive. The shine somehow hurt my face, even if most of it were cerulean shards.
“Hey I, you better come over! Your breakfast is rotting! Tee-hee!”
The house was in the normal condition one could expect the average home to be. There were scattered papers all over the ground from my room to the hallway, but nobody had the decency to reach down and accumulate all of them before some bumbling person could possibly tumble over them. Walking over them, I ignored the sheets with the same ambition as he would any other day. Some of these papers were composed of poetry I had been working on for the past few weeks: the drafts, the future plans, and more.
When I left and got to the eating table, the food’s quality was less than desirable, having rushed food laid down upon him. Now, Jenny was not known for her cooking skills, even if she was a wonderful artist. Rather, the breakfast looked beautiful, but with a strange smell drifting its way into the air. While Jenny was already on one side of the table with her hands eager to eat, I was wondering what types of delicacies she might have surprised him with this time. Chances are, even Jenny did not know her own style.
“Wow, what a beautiful sight this food is…” I muttered to myself, forcing a bite. There was a taste that spelled this food should be destroyed before another eats it. “It’s good!”
With a giggle on her face, Jenny took her left hand and smacked me. “That’s the dog’s food! It’s not supposed to be good when humans taste it! Ha, you ate dog food!”
“Well, I’ve tasted dog food before. And I’m not sure even Spikey will like this.” even with that thought, I took the bowl of “dog food” and laid it on the edge of wall, where his dog would not hit it and topple the items by accident. Currently, Spikey was nowhere in sight, but it was about time for I to go to school. “Time for me to go!”
“Good luck in whatever school you go to! And I’ll see you whenever I see you!”
* * *
After arriving in school, the current stature of this high school was the same as it had always been. Empty and barren as could possibly get, then crowded and noisy as a long lasting burden through half-an-hour. Everybody was already there, and I was at the table he usually went to, which happened to be one of the more central ones, ironic to his claustrophobic mind as the entire room would eventually surround him. Deep down, the only reason why I sat there was because his other friends would surround him too.
“Hey, peoples. So what’s up?” I started, with a lousy attempt to talk ghetto.
As usual, nobody replied to my innocent words. This was probably because of those single words I have been saying all the time, how a simple leak can flood all over you, and never let you go from the waves after you’re under attack by your own mistake. It was one I knew I would have to live with for the rest of my high school days, no matter how punishing I deeply knew it would regard every morning. This was one of the reasons why I acted the way I always did, because nobody would ever listen to a spout of mines.
“Oh, hi, Peter,” replied Sabrina, reluctantly replying back to my greeting. While I was the lousy dresser, Sabrina sure knew how to work in an appropriate, yet professional and reasonable way to her peers at the same time. Wearing a green wool sweater buttoned half way, she struck a bunny-patterned shirt as the inside. Wearing blue jeans like the rest, the pink dancing flowers made the slight difference. How this delusion made others think she was so nice to everybody, even the black hair barrette revealing her stoic, innocent face.
At this same moment, Jason arrived in the room. While Jason was not the kind of obviously innocent person you could possibly meet, he did have a charming face with a winner’s smile slapped on top of it. Walking over to his friends, Jason gave the girls a kiss and the guys some secret handshake I could never find the secret to. As usual, I was the one omitted from his greeting, as if he didn’t even want to see me at this moment. But through those facts, I’ve learned to live through the morning deeply ignored by others.
“Hi, Jason,” I spoke to the good-looking student, who ignored me, as usual. Every time a person did this to me, I tried to force the fact they simply could not hear me. After it happened over and over again, I finally realized I’m of deaf sound to the rest of the world, simply there to take up wasted air. Now I constantly force myself to believe nobody was able to hear me, and the words I spoke to others were simply mutters within the spirit’s lost hope. It pained me everyday, but learning to live with it was a strong asset to have.
The only person that would ever even come within a meter of me without letting blue sorrows drivel all over me was possibly a girl named Lena. As a matter of fact, she was arriving into the waiting cafeteria at the very moment, having one of her trademark white haired smiles scattered all over her face. Of course, she would ignore me as well, without even pretending I was here. At least whenever I spoke to her, she gave the slightest bit of a reply. Even I could be grateful for a tiny morsel delivered by my weak mouth, of truth spoken, and lies forgotten. Yet they could never reverse themselves, etched into the minds of which I told them to. However, Lena would actually listen if she put her mind to it, but this didn’t appear to be one of those times. Rather, she had a stoic look on her face, at least more than she would desire. Having the appearance of a well-rounded girl, Lena had black hair streaming down her back, black eye-shadow, and a dark coat. How strange, to even see her ignoring her other friends, speaking their way as I sat at the lonely table.
“You sure look a little tired today,” I began, with a pathetic attempt to get Lena to tell me why her face was not as pretty as the black roses budding every day. “Are you okay?”
“Hi,” Lena replied softly. At least she said something to me. Although I wasn’t having a bad morning, seeing her say nothing but a single word may have caused a little emotion to tremble down the cavern chasms, even by an inch. “Sorry, Peter. Today, I’m not in the mood. Sorry for being absent yesterday? Where’s Donnie? Need to tell him that, too.”
Before I could say another word, Lena walked the other way towards one of the cafeteria tables and made her way to a seat, putting down her generic school backpack on the table, where mines and the others were. The lunchroom was about to become full, as it would every morning when half-an-hour passed, including the rest of my friends. It was a dazzling thought how the people whom treated me with the most welcome happened to be the ones omitted from the class. They were a pleasant surprise, even a doubtful.
With a look of worry for her friend, Sabrina walked over to Lena, wondering what was wrong. “Are you alright, Lena? High five! Spice! Oh my god, I’m so random.”
“Don’t worry about it Sabrina. For now, I want to keep it a little private.”
By now, I have already forgotten about the poem I was supposed to give to a certain somebody I cared about. Well, actually I felt like laying back a little, being quite a dome of shy to give what I wanted him to have right away. Although the words didn’t have any delicacy to the definition of sentences directly, what I poured into it was good enough for me to have the desire to give it to the man. While those thoughts of wondering, the hives and mind purples, I looked around. The certain person was nowhere to be seen here.
One of the staff members stood up on one of the tables and held his hands to his mouth, ready to announce an important message. “Because of the snowy conditions outside, first period of class will be omitted. However, do not cause any reckless behavior for the whistle may be blown at any minute. There will be many people in here, so sit down!”
“Yeah! First period is dead!” I yelled, happy to know I can lay back a little more than I’m used to. “Like the clouds moving away from me, even if I am desolate with the trees.”
* * *
Outside in the snowstorm, it was getting worse and worse by the second. As eyes unprotected were blind by the white attack, everybody had to brace their sight in order to prevent being completely taken down by the storm. The damage being caused was not to worry, of the sights taken away and tracks made of sheet. The black walks were never frozen before, little salted, and blue of whiteness traveling across the wavering ice with every passing second. Some of the kids walking had to hold on to the rails to prevent themselves from getting hurt by the ice in the way, while the others simply rushed in with whatever they could do. The black metal bars creating the threshold between the school and the other properties of the block was as closed as ever, much as per one clumsy fellow could knock his head onto the bars. As per sound, as per like, of blowing ears.
Yet in another part of the city, the snowstorm was not only the same, but worse to quantities of flurries blinding and sorrow. Of these eyes blocked by what to see, of these frozen raindrops shattering on their faces like a force was behind the entire source. How mother nature could be so rampaging, out of the rage of global warming’s continuing existence. How she could shift her mood so quickly, thus causing the skies to lit with sad snow and burning sunlight at the same time. The reflection of screens burned either way.
The ironic part was that it was so sweaty inside of the school you couldn’t imagine. The freezing winds outside weren’t even able to slightly penetrate through the school walls, having been blocked out by the unsightly amount of people standing within it currently, waiting to be called upstairs. While everybody was all chill and dandy with the fact first period was dead, Lena wasn’t the person she was, as if suffering from the warm draft drifting through the air. Of bad breath and unworthy daze blocking her face and hair.
“Are you okay, Lena?” I asked, with an honest drop in my heart. “Let’s sneak outside to the halls before you really trip over out of distraction. So yeah, like, whatever.”
Without saying another word, me and Lena walked from the crowded location and made way to the hallways. We didn’t care about the large plethora of people standing in front of us. They could take a shoe and shove it in their mouth for all I care. Yes, I was getting tired of them always laughing their asses off when somebody else was getting a little dizzy, as if they ever showed any concern. As per myself, I was already sick and dozy from whatever I was doing yesterday, as if I was ever able to remember it from heart.
It appeared that Sabrina took the floor and followed me and Lena.
“Are you feeling better, Lena?” asked Sabrina, worried about her friend, specifically Lena. At least now the only one anybody should be worrying about was Lena.
“Yes, I am,” replied Lena, taking a deep breath. “Thanks, Peter.”
“This is a bad question to ask about, but why were you absent yesterday?” I wondered, out of random curiosity. The kind that would always get me into trouble.
“Because you’re about to do something very bad,” Lena muttered in an eerie voice. “To the traveling ghosts giving me phone calls and telling the problems you attained, and how you plan to deal with them in the least effective way. How it would be painful such so.”
“What?”
“So what I’m about to kill Joseph?” I added. “It’s not like it actually matters.”
“Don’t you know if you kill anybody, it’s considered murder?”
* * *
Of these ghosts and whims traveling afar, seeking the person who can tell them apart. Of the human so rare, so caring yet so. Advises all who sees, and tells them the soothing truth. How painful it can be, to see her say this, wonder about your life, and give yet so much caring bliss. Of the tumult you would go through, if you knew her true secret, that she could read your hand, and understand every word. How there is this other world only she knows of, and what every other person wants to someday figure out. The mysterious figure was never yet to realize, but to dream these terrors every night, the reality. The truth was nothing anybody should bare by themselves, but her mind made them do so.
Yes, this person was Lena. She always told me and my other friends the truth about us in the most calming way, even if the euphemism would eventually shatter our hearts deep down inside. It was because she was a good enough friend. The only real friend I know of is the one with the guts to tell another what’s wrong and how they could rectify these incorrect facts. Yes, even in a puddle of originality there were always flaws to a person, and she knew that was what made them so beautiful. She valued every worth of her friends, and knew everybody was their own shining individual. Even if they were hiding under a rock all their lives, afraid to go out and speak, she had a strong voice. Yet Lena always kept this gift of her silent to the rest of the world. This made it more beautiful.
“If I tell you what I want to tell you, then you better not cry,” warned Lena. “And you, Sabrina, you better not laugh. Now since both of you are silent, I guess I’ll begin.”
“What was that, Lena?” spaced Sabrina. “I was too busy thinking about my pill.”
“Don’t make me stab you,” Lena actually held her dark-skinned hands out in a knife-stabbing position, although she was not actually angry. “Anyways, you two both know I can see things other people can’t see, even if I’m not literally breaking the rules of reality, right? Well yesterday, I was absent because of something devastatingly destructive.”
* * *
Lena’s mind was a twirling device of confusion, yet it showed so much hopeful reality. A constant flower of mind burst over and over, as if trying to reveal the hopeless sanctuary to the both of us. Everybody in our class deviously knew what Lena could do, touch the hearts of humans, and teach them right from wrong. That’s right; Lena knew a lot about the nature of life, even the nature of why it ended up being so wrong everyday. To the point where it was even unfortunate for her, the sad point slapped out again and again. Whenever Lena moved her hands, her eyes dangled out in a shocking and startling matter, like when she saw me take out a hand mirror. How much Lena has impacted my life, I can’t measure, but I am so much happy.
“Life is like a dick, when it gets hard, fuck it.”
There was one time in the past, a very solemn time, where even amongst my best friends, I was left in a shadow of a corner to mope about myself. Even when there was everybody I knew around me, the people who actually gave a damn about how I felt whenever my already horrible face was down. How the strands of my hair would cover my face to get others attention, than chase them away with purple shadows and dancing lava, was amazing to even think about. It was a sad time to even remember back, but why would Lena be showing me this? Not only that, but in front of Sabrina? It was a good thing Sabrina wasn’t actually focusing on this vision, having been knocked out on the floor. Too bad for me, for I wish I was unconscious as well.
“You think you have issues? Think about what all of us go through everyday!”
It was such a good thing Sabrina was knocked out right now, but even if she saw this suffering, she would still laugh at the image. Of all the people in my class, Lena was the one to know almost everything about the real world. Having dubiously experienced the strange and ponderous concepts in the most painful way possibly imaginable, even she was more experienced than I am. How I fell in love with her at random moments, the kinds I would never tell others. How these dreams are but a false reality, and how Sabrina is living hers. Why Sabrina eats her cereal although her mother drugs it everyday is an obvious yet impossible question to ask. How Lena’s hair smelled so sexy whenever this aura surrounded her disturbed me from her visionary information. Yet there would never be a tomorrow, where people could aside each other without living a life of fiery death. And I would look up to her words, over and over again, day by day.
The loving Lena simply walked down the road, a face of her own innocence radiating upon those who needed help, but knew they would never get any of it anytime soon. The sight of so many looking up to Lena, when she was normally looking up at others in more ways than one, was ironic yet fitting to the touchy moment. No, these weren’t the sad homeless people always requiring help. It was her gaping downwards to me at the parapet, scratching my nails on the sad walls. The skies were lit with stars, but they didn’t shine around this area. Wasn’t it a sad thing to look at? How a lack of something can evolve into having so much nothingness? What a coincidence she of all people would see me lying there on the ground, sobbing in tears?
“You can’t run out and cry like this every time your emotions break in school!” she scolded, with words of care. “At the same time, if you’re trying to prove something, it’s not working!”
“To rid or budge, but concerns hold a grudge.”
* * *
Youth
Promising
Hoping
Gifting
Springing
Neo rose auras Promising, Hoping lives,
Blessed formation; a Gifting, Springing fine.
* * *
“You said that yesterday on the ride home. Do you mind telling me what it means today?”
“It means even though you don’t mind being my friend, you’re just there for the sake of being there for me! When the first opportunity comes, you try to get rid of me at that point!”
“Then how come you remember nothing more than the stop I get off?” I retaliated, obviously not knowing what I was saying at the point. “You know I have a bad memory, don’t you?”
“Fine, then! If you’re going to be an ass, be that way! I just wanted to be a little nice!” upon speaking those true words, Lena began slowly walking away from me, with a red look.
Before she got away completely, I grabbed her foot tightly.
“What the hell?” yelled Lena, tripping onto my hand, onto the earth. “Fuck!”
“Before you go, I want to tell you something,” I muttered weakly, as if giggling under my own breath. “Last night, I had a dream in which you were in…I’m sexually attracted to you, Lena.”
* * *
“That was kind of disturbing,” I mumbled. “Who was that you were talking to?”
“It was you, stupid idiot!” Lena gave me a slap on the face.
Daylight woke again, after the random night in which a I blended with the shadows for no apparent reason whatsoever. The moon was hiding back within the other corners, shining her light on the other sides of the world. Yet another generic morning showed its way on the face of my sneaky self, having already made it back from his expedition yesterday. Wherever I went was kept covert under my wishing will, but it was obvious that I wasn’t up to no good. My long black hair stuck like flurries trapped with each other.
“Hey Peter, wake up!” a girl from the location’s hallway called the boy sleeping on the bed. She was a rather beautiful girl with an Asian complexion, wearing a white and pink shirt revealing the upper part of her breast and sporting black jeans lowered enough to reveal the bellybutton she had with earrings attached to them. Dressing her hair in ponytails and wearing bracelets in her arms, she had a valley girl’s appearance. Unlike myself, the girl was ready to go to school and such, having been prepared.
“What?” I got out of the bed, with the same pillow head sparks radiating on his head, fuzzy like a horrible brush was used to groom it. “Thanks Jenny. What time is it?”
“It’s time for the both of us to go to school, don’t you already know that?”
“What, it’s Monday already…?”
“Yeah, it’s Monday, and I made you breakfast on the table, so come eat something.”
Within minutes, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, got ready with everything else, and left outside in his day’s wear. It was composed of a green shirt baring a white, yellow and pink outline sketch of a bat creature laid on top of a forest green shirt, glowing in the welcome of the sunshine. From the looks on my current face, I was not fond of daylight, being the type to wake up early in midnight’s leaving before the sun would fully arrive. The shine somehow hurt my face, even if most of it were cerulean shards.
“Hey I, you better come over! Your breakfast is rotting! Tee-hee!”
The house was in the normal condition one could expect the average home to be. There were scattered papers all over the ground from my room to the hallway, but nobody had the decency to reach down and accumulate all of them before some bumbling person could possibly tumble over them. Walking over them, I ignored the sheets with the same ambition as he would any other day. Some of these papers were composed of poetry I had been working on for the past few weeks: the drafts, the future plans, and more.
When I left and got to the eating table, the food’s quality was less than desirable, having rushed food laid down upon him. Now, Jenny was not known for her cooking skills, even if she was a wonderful artist. Rather, the breakfast looked beautiful, but with a strange smell drifting its way into the air. While Jenny was already on one side of the table with her hands eager to eat, I was wondering what types of delicacies she might have surprised him with this time. Chances are, even Jenny did not know her own style.
“Wow, what a beautiful sight this food is…” I muttered to myself, forcing a bite. There was a taste that spelled this food should be destroyed before another eats it. “It’s good!”
With a giggle on her face, Jenny took her left hand and smacked me. “That’s the dog’s food! It’s not supposed to be good when humans taste it! Ha, you ate dog food!”
“Well, I’ve tasted dog food before. And I’m not sure even Spikey will like this.” even with that thought, I took the bowl of “dog food” and laid it on the edge of wall, where his dog would not hit it and topple the items by accident. Currently, Spikey was nowhere in sight, but it was about time for I to go to school. “Time for me to go!”
“Good luck in whatever school you go to! And I’ll see you whenever I see you!”
* * *
After arriving in school, the current stature of this high school was the same as it had always been. Empty and barren as could possibly get, then crowded and noisy as a long lasting burden through half-an-hour. Everybody was already there, and I was at the table he usually went to, which happened to be one of the more central ones, ironic to his claustrophobic mind as the entire room would eventually surround him. Deep down, the only reason why I sat there was because his other friends would surround him too.
“Hey, peoples. So what’s up?” I started, with a lousy attempt to talk ghetto.
As usual, nobody replied to my innocent words. This was probably because of those single words I have been saying all the time, how a simple leak can flood all over you, and never let you go from the waves after you’re under attack by your own mistake. It was one I knew I would have to live with for the rest of my high school days, no matter how punishing I deeply knew it would regard every morning. This was one of the reasons why I acted the way I always did, because nobody would ever listen to a spout of mines.
“Oh, hi, Peter,” replied Sabrina, reluctantly replying back to my greeting. While I was the lousy dresser, Sabrina sure knew how to work in an appropriate, yet professional and reasonable way to her peers at the same time. Wearing a green wool sweater buttoned half way, she struck a bunny-patterned shirt as the inside. Wearing blue jeans like the rest, the pink dancing flowers made the slight difference. How this delusion made others think she was so nice to everybody, even the black hair barrette revealing her stoic, innocent face.
At this same moment, Jason arrived in the room. While Jason was not the kind of obviously innocent person you could possibly meet, he did have a charming face with a winner’s smile slapped on top of it. Walking over to his friends, Jason gave the girls a kiss and the guys some secret handshake I could never find the secret to. As usual, I was the one omitted from his greeting, as if he didn’t even want to see me at this moment. But through those facts, I’ve learned to live through the morning deeply ignored by others.
“Hi, Jason,” I spoke to the good-looking student, who ignored me, as usual. Every time a person did this to me, I tried to force the fact they simply could not hear me. After it happened over and over again, I finally realized I’m of deaf sound to the rest of the world, simply there to take up wasted air. Now I constantly force myself to believe nobody was able to hear me, and the words I spoke to others were simply mutters within the spirit’s lost hope. It pained me everyday, but learning to live with it was a strong asset to have.
The only person that would ever even come within a meter of me without letting blue sorrows drivel all over me was possibly a girl named Lena. As a matter of fact, she was arriving into the waiting cafeteria at the very moment, having one of her trademark white haired smiles scattered all over her face. Of course, she would ignore me as well, without even pretending I was here. At least whenever I spoke to her, she gave the slightest bit of a reply. Even I could be grateful for a tiny morsel delivered by my weak mouth, of truth spoken, and lies forgotten. Yet they could never reverse themselves, etched into the minds of which I told them to. However, Lena would actually listen if she put her mind to it, but this didn’t appear to be one of those times. Rather, she had a stoic look on her face, at least more than she would desire. Having the appearance of a well-rounded girl, Lena had black hair streaming down her back, black eye-shadow, and a dark coat. How strange, to even see her ignoring her other friends, speaking their way as I sat at the lonely table.
“You sure look a little tired today,” I began, with a pathetic attempt to get Lena to tell me why her face was not as pretty as the black roses budding every day. “Are you okay?”
“Hi,” Lena replied softly. At least she said something to me. Although I wasn’t having a bad morning, seeing her say nothing but a single word may have caused a little emotion to tremble down the cavern chasms, even by an inch. “Sorry, Peter. Today, I’m not in the mood. Sorry for being absent yesterday? Where’s Donnie? Need to tell him that, too.”
Before I could say another word, Lena walked the other way towards one of the cafeteria tables and made her way to a seat, putting down her generic school backpack on the table, where mines and the others were. The lunchroom was about to become full, as it would every morning when half-an-hour passed, including the rest of my friends. It was a dazzling thought how the people whom treated me with the most welcome happened to be the ones omitted from the class. They were a pleasant surprise, even a doubtful.
With a look of worry for her friend, Sabrina walked over to Lena, wondering what was wrong. “Are you alright, Lena? High five! Spice! Oh my god, I’m so random.”
“Don’t worry about it Sabrina. For now, I want to keep it a little private.”
By now, I have already forgotten about the poem I was supposed to give to a certain somebody I cared about. Well, actually I felt like laying back a little, being quite a dome of shy to give what I wanted him to have right away. Although the words didn’t have any delicacy to the definition of sentences directly, what I poured into it was good enough for me to have the desire to give it to the man. While those thoughts of wondering, the hives and mind purples, I looked around. The certain person was nowhere to be seen here.
One of the staff members stood up on one of the tables and held his hands to his mouth, ready to announce an important message. “Because of the snowy conditions outside, first period of class will be omitted. However, do not cause any reckless behavior for the whistle may be blown at any minute. There will be many people in here, so sit down!”
“Yeah! First period is dead!” I yelled, happy to know I can lay back a little more than I’m used to. “Like the clouds moving away from me, even if I am desolate with the trees.”
* * *
Outside in the snowstorm, it was getting worse and worse by the second. As eyes unprotected were blind by the white attack, everybody had to brace their sight in order to prevent being completely taken down by the storm. The damage being caused was not to worry, of the sights taken away and tracks made of sheet. The black walks were never frozen before, little salted, and blue of whiteness traveling across the wavering ice with every passing second. Some of the kids walking had to hold on to the rails to prevent themselves from getting hurt by the ice in the way, while the others simply rushed in with whatever they could do. The black metal bars creating the threshold between the school and the other properties of the block was as closed as ever, much as per one clumsy fellow could knock his head onto the bars. As per sound, as per like, of blowing ears.
Yet in another part of the city, the snowstorm was not only the same, but worse to quantities of flurries blinding and sorrow. Of these eyes blocked by what to see, of these frozen raindrops shattering on their faces like a force was behind the entire source. How mother nature could be so rampaging, out of the rage of global warming’s continuing existence. How she could shift her mood so quickly, thus causing the skies to lit with sad snow and burning sunlight at the same time. The reflection of screens burned either way.
The ironic part was that it was so sweaty inside of the school you couldn’t imagine. The freezing winds outside weren’t even able to slightly penetrate through the school walls, having been blocked out by the unsightly amount of people standing within it currently, waiting to be called upstairs. While everybody was all chill and dandy with the fact first period was dead, Lena wasn’t the person she was, as if suffering from the warm draft drifting through the air. Of bad breath and unworthy daze blocking her face and hair.
“Are you okay, Lena?” I asked, with an honest drop in my heart. “Let’s sneak outside to the halls before you really trip over out of distraction. So yeah, like, whatever.”
Without saying another word, me and Lena walked from the crowded location and made way to the hallways. We didn’t care about the large plethora of people standing in front of us. They could take a shoe and shove it in their mouth for all I care. Yes, I was getting tired of them always laughing their asses off when somebody else was getting a little dizzy, as if they ever showed any concern. As per myself, I was already sick and dozy from whatever I was doing yesterday, as if I was ever able to remember it from heart.
It appeared that Sabrina took the floor and followed me and Lena.
“Are you feeling better, Lena?” asked Sabrina, worried about her friend, specifically Lena. At least now the only one anybody should be worrying about was Lena.
“Yes, I am,” replied Lena, taking a deep breath. “Thanks, Peter.”
“This is a bad question to ask about, but why were you absent yesterday?” I wondered, out of random curiosity. The kind that would always get me into trouble.
“Because you’re about to do something very bad,” Lena muttered in an eerie voice. “To the traveling ghosts giving me phone calls and telling the problems you attained, and how you plan to deal with them in the least effective way. How it would be painful such so.”
“What?”
“So what I’m about to kill Joseph?” I added. “It’s not like it actually matters.”
“Don’t you know if you kill anybody, it’s considered murder?”
* * *
Of these ghosts and whims traveling afar, seeking the person who can tell them apart. Of the human so rare, so caring yet so. Advises all who sees, and tells them the soothing truth. How painful it can be, to see her say this, wonder about your life, and give yet so much caring bliss. Of the tumult you would go through, if you knew her true secret, that she could read your hand, and understand every word. How there is this other world only she knows of, and what every other person wants to someday figure out. The mysterious figure was never yet to realize, but to dream these terrors every night, the reality. The truth was nothing anybody should bare by themselves, but her mind made them do so.
Yes, this person was Lena. She always told me and my other friends the truth about us in the most calming way, even if the euphemism would eventually shatter our hearts deep down inside. It was because she was a good enough friend. The only real friend I know of is the one with the guts to tell another what’s wrong and how they could rectify these incorrect facts. Yes, even in a puddle of originality there were always flaws to a person, and she knew that was what made them so beautiful. She valued every worth of her friends, and knew everybody was their own shining individual. Even if they were hiding under a rock all their lives, afraid to go out and speak, she had a strong voice. Yet Lena always kept this gift of her silent to the rest of the world. This made it more beautiful.
“If I tell you what I want to tell you, then you better not cry,” warned Lena. “And you, Sabrina, you better not laugh. Now since both of you are silent, I guess I’ll begin.”
“What was that, Lena?” spaced Sabrina. “I was too busy thinking about my pill.”
“Don’t make me stab you,” Lena actually held her dark-skinned hands out in a knife-stabbing position, although she was not actually angry. “Anyways, you two both know I can see things other people can’t see, even if I’m not literally breaking the rules of reality, right? Well yesterday, I was absent because of something devastatingly destructive.”
* * *
Lena’s mind was a twirling device of confusion, yet it showed so much hopeful reality. A constant flower of mind burst over and over, as if trying to reveal the hopeless sanctuary to the both of us. Everybody in our class deviously knew what Lena could do, touch the hearts of humans, and teach them right from wrong. That’s right; Lena knew a lot about the nature of life, even the nature of why it ended up being so wrong everyday. To the point where it was even unfortunate for her, the sad point slapped out again and again. Whenever Lena moved her hands, her eyes dangled out in a shocking and startling matter, like when she saw me take out a hand mirror. How much Lena has impacted my life, I can’t measure, but I am so much happy.
“Life is like a dick, when it gets hard, fuck it.”
There was one time in the past, a very solemn time, where even amongst my best friends, I was left in a shadow of a corner to mope about myself. Even when there was everybody I knew around me, the people who actually gave a damn about how I felt whenever my already horrible face was down. How the strands of my hair would cover my face to get others attention, than chase them away with purple shadows and dancing lava, was amazing to even think about. It was a sad time to even remember back, but why would Lena be showing me this? Not only that, but in front of Sabrina? It was a good thing Sabrina wasn’t actually focusing on this vision, having been knocked out on the floor. Too bad for me, for I wish I was unconscious as well.
“You think you have issues? Think about what all of us go through everyday!”
It was such a good thing Sabrina was knocked out right now, but even if she saw this suffering, she would still laugh at the image. Of all the people in my class, Lena was the one to know almost everything about the real world. Having dubiously experienced the strange and ponderous concepts in the most painful way possibly imaginable, even she was more experienced than I am. How I fell in love with her at random moments, the kinds I would never tell others. How these dreams are but a false reality, and how Sabrina is living hers. Why Sabrina eats her cereal although her mother drugs it everyday is an obvious yet impossible question to ask. How Lena’s hair smelled so sexy whenever this aura surrounded her disturbed me from her visionary information. Yet there would never be a tomorrow, where people could aside each other without living a life of fiery death. And I would look up to her words, over and over again, day by day.
The loving Lena simply walked down the road, a face of her own innocence radiating upon those who needed help, but knew they would never get any of it anytime soon. The sight of so many looking up to Lena, when she was normally looking up at others in more ways than one, was ironic yet fitting to the touchy moment. No, these weren’t the sad homeless people always requiring help. It was her gaping downwards to me at the parapet, scratching my nails on the sad walls. The skies were lit with stars, but they didn’t shine around this area. Wasn’t it a sad thing to look at? How a lack of something can evolve into having so much nothingness? What a coincidence she of all people would see me lying there on the ground, sobbing in tears?
“You can’t run out and cry like this every time your emotions break in school!” she scolded, with words of care. “At the same time, if you’re trying to prove something, it’s not working!”
“To rid or budge, but concerns hold a grudge.”
* * *
Youth
Promising
Hoping
Gifting
Springing
Neo rose auras Promising, Hoping lives,
Blessed formation; a Gifting, Springing fine.
* * *
“You said that yesterday on the ride home. Do you mind telling me what it means today?”
“It means even though you don’t mind being my friend, you’re just there for the sake of being there for me! When the first opportunity comes, you try to get rid of me at that point!”
“Then how come you remember nothing more than the stop I get off?” I retaliated, obviously not knowing what I was saying at the point. “You know I have a bad memory, don’t you?”
“Fine, then! If you’re going to be an ass, be that way! I just wanted to be a little nice!” upon speaking those true words, Lena began slowly walking away from me, with a red look.
Before she got away completely, I grabbed her foot tightly.
“What the hell?” yelled Lena, tripping onto my hand, onto the earth. “Fuck!”
“Before you go, I want to tell you something,” I muttered weakly, as if giggling under my own breath. “Last night, I had a dream in which you were in…I’m sexually attracted to you, Lena.”
* * *
“That was kind of disturbing,” I mumbled. “Who was that you were talking to?”
“It was you, stupid idiot!” Lena gave me a slap on the face.
