Well here you go people my first submission writing! Before I get you guys to it, this is a beta version! Meaning it is not yet fully complete. You will find errors (undeniably) and some instance the story may jump from time to time unexpectedly, unless directed to (IE: two weeks later...) Well, with nothing else to say here you go enjoy. PS: You may come across end notes after chapters, these are used to inform myself on things needed done to the story. Of course I still wish for your opinions and other stuff. Enjoy, really this time...
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The Exile’s Options
Life’s Other Option
Prelude to Exile
The Older generation always tells the younger generation to take advantage of the education system, to plan and save for the future. Some of us are capable and willing to accept their counseling. Most of them who follow there counseling work hard middle class jobs, rarely to move up into the high class work force. Only very few who follow there counseling and are truly devoted to it are the individuals who make up in the higher class lifestyle. Then there are some who take heed of there counseling but let it slip once and there lives are changed forever.
But not all accept the counseling, for these individuals are dreamers, free thinkers and artist in their own particular way. But it is very rare that any of these “rebel” individuals live there life as they dream it to be. Most of them end up scraping by in life effortlessly trying to get up the social class ladder. As time goes these “rebels” see the inevitability of their dreams coming true. They give up their passion of their dream and are usually doomed to a low class life. But very few of these “rebels” might find the way back to the path to get back on its track, if being not too late... but like always happiness varies with anyone in any social class, you do not need to be in the high class to be truly happy and being in the low class does not always mean you are truly sad, neither.
Society wonders why individuals turn into “rebels”. Many factors contribute to rebellion some factors but not limited to: overwhelming pressure from school, being hurt, influence from any type of source, a hidden talent revealed and/or an extremely huge passion of any type. May it be from or a combination of the pressure from the education system, influence from music, being praised for your work by a superior and/or the passion to continue the work you have been praised for. While in the years of school these individuals may be seen as the rejects, anti-socialist, crazy people, weird people or loners. But they too have dreams like everyone else, even though their dreams may be more eccentric.
Sometimes those who society has lost hope on, fall into a life of crime. They choose the life of crime, may it be for survival for themselves or their family or to fund their nullification substance to escape from reality. Ultimately the law catches up with them sooner or later and the final process of being convicted; is when they are truly abandoned by society... but sometimes a little law breaking is needed to unlock ones potential but this comes with a hefty risk, especially if failure occurs...
Chapter 1
The Exiles Path
“It’s over; it’s finally over man...” I spoke out to the group of my friends in there graduation robes. “Now were off to bigger and better things, now!” my high school buddy Leonard Lane spoke out as we walked to my car. “Damn, college is going to start in a couple weeks” I said to Leonard in the passenger seat of my 1967 Chrysler Imperial. “I know it sucks, we just got out from school, now we got to go back?!” Leonard replied disliking the whole school thing. “Yup, you go to school for thirteen years and you got to back for another two, three, four or even eight depending on what you want as a career” I said to Leonard while watching the road. The car went silent for awhile as it drove on the freeway to Fresco. “Hey, you never told anyone what you wanted as a career, so you decide on anything yet?” Leonard broke the silence in the car. “I was thinking of becoming a writer and/or a breeder” I replied to his question easily. “I always knew you had the talent for writing and all, but I never knew you wanted to be a breeder...” Leonard spoke about my career choice. A few seconds past as he thought, “A breeder of what, Dogs?” Leonard questioned me about the breeding subject. “Hell, anything... you know fish, dogs, reptiles and birds. You know I like animals” I answered his question turning off into a country road. “Where are we going?” Leonard questioned me as I got onto a dirt path. “You remember the house I told you that my grandpa gave me for his inheritance?” I questioned Leonard while driving on the dusty road. “Uh... yeah but me and the guys thought you were just making it up to seem richer...” he replied a bit sheepishly. “To seem richer?... How many times have I told you guys that, I ain’t rich!” I spoke with annoyed telling them I wasn’t rich for the 67th time. “Alright, Alright, man you’re not rich then...” Leonard exclaimed his acknowledgment. “Well, here we are” I said stopping the Imperial in the driveway of the ancient house.
“Damn, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but this place looks horrible outside” Leonard spoke looking at the seven foot tall weeds, dead trees, bushes and grass. “Hell, no one’s been living here for a year and a half” I said to Leonard looking up at one of the tall weeds. I walked to the front door of the house. The patio flooring was made of wood that was beaten badly over the years; some of its planks were fragile or missing. As for the door, it was dustier than a ten-thousand year old tomb door in the pyramids of Egypt. Its handles and locking pad had there chrome withered by the weather and they were covered in rust now. I put the key into the deadbolts keyhole, the keyhole was filled with dust and rust, the sound of crunching was heard while the key went in. Once the key was inserted I turned it. The key didn’t budge, “Stupid key...” I said lowly to myself trying to turn it. The key did not budge after five minutes of trying to open the door, “Damn key!” I yelled out in anger and frustration throwing the key in a random area. “Maybe we should call a locksmith” Leonard spoke to me from behind. “Nah, I got a way in” I replied to standing up straight. “You do?” he questioned me. “Yeah, were going to break in...” I said walking around the house.
“All the windows are locked” Leonard said as I boosted him up to the second story window. “Damn, I guess we brake in the old fashion way...” I said holding him up. Leonard leaped off my shoulders onto the floor. “The old fashion way... what way is that?” Leonard asked me standing up. I walked down a stair case on the side of the house, the stair case led to the basement or cellar or whatever you want to call it. I came to the door at the bottom of the staircase; the door was low-grade plywood door, which is usually used for bedrooms and bathrooms. The door had no deadbolt lock the only lock it had was the one on the standard door knob. I turned to check if it was unlocked, the door knob jerked. “Locked” Leonard informed me from atop of the staircase. “Not for long...” I said reaching in my right side pocket. I pulled out a lock pick from my pocket, “Hey is that a lock pick?” Leonard questioned me seeing the odd looking key like device. “One the best damn ones in the market” I responded to his question with the quality of the lock pick. I inserted the lock pick into the door and with only one turn the door opened effortlessly. “Damn, where did you get that?” Leonard said to me in disbelief of opening the door that easily. “I didn’t... my grandpa made it...” I replied to his question opening the door into the dark room. “Why didn’t you use at the front door?” Leonard questioned me as we walked in the cellar. “The locking mechanism was broken...” I replied to his question.
(End Note) This Chapter needs to give more detail about characters and needs to be extended.
