Young Writers Society

Chapter 1

The boy didn’t know exactly what he wanted to become. He only knew that one day, he would be great. People may mistake it as such, but the boy knew there was no certainty that was amiss or absent in him; the fearsome and heartfelt desire within him was sure proof of this fact. The boy did not feel like a kid; he had already heard about the dangers that lay out there waiting for ones to venture out in the world, and the various fools that bear witness to oppression and tragedy. Yet, the boy was confident. Everyone else is scared, Alex thought. I don’t want to be like them. We can’t live in fear forever. Someone is bound to release himself from the suffocating hold and heavy bar of these chains on us now. Besides…

They don’t have someone like him. That man was an exemplar himself.

I’m not doing this for him, or because I want to be exactly like him. I’m doing this for myself. That’s what he would want too.

Alex closed his eyes. Quickly, memories of the man and their various activities flashed before his eyes. He quietly chuckled to himself. The man he was thinking of was his late father.

His father was a forefather, a legend and a man who made a mark in these current times. Well, that may have been amplified by Alex’s mind – and he knows that – but this was all true, nevertheless. Honestly, his dad was quite the simple guy. When he was not working, he would be making escapades; he brings his family along with him, trying to get away from the buzz he would usually be creating. This was even if he didn’t intend quite a number of it. He seemed the average man, as he didn’t help himself with the attention big names like him are indulging themselves in. To him, he wasn’t a showcase who loved to show off; he just was. The father was the chairman of a renowned and respected big company, and known for speaking out his mind to the press about a variety of current issues. Well, this was a mind with a surprising background and outstanding set of credentials, so they listen to him, mind you. He is actually a pioneer, for the projects he has laid hands on and the movements he’s led and participated in.

Understandably, he has a wide social circle, though he mingles with decent people more than names and TV faces (not that there aren’t any decent ones coming from the latter). In parties, guests who come and are invited wouldn’t even expect that such a big name would be there, or that so-and-so party host would be friends with the man. Add the fact that Alex’s dad doesn’t fancy those eye-catching attire that would make him inevitably stand out; he would wear simple, formal attire, and sometimes, a shirt and jeans would be handy enough. On occasion, he would even wear shades, change his hairstyle, get-up and a lot such that no one would be sure to recognize him. It isn’t until he is introduced, or until the attention of a few is called to him, that some would notice who he really is. Reactions would be something such as, “Oh? So he’s actually - - - ?!” Though there were one or two unpleasant incidents, other instances have led to hilarious moments and iconic nights.

Alex opened his eyes. Those were good times.

He smiled, stretched his arms and looked around. Well, I’m done. Resting time is over. He looked up, straight ahead and saw the clear blue sky beckoning to him to soar and take flight.

I know what I want to do come August. Ah… this should be enough skygazing for now.

The boy sat up from the hammock which he was lying in. He was in the front garden of his friend, just a few meters away from the humble, dark brown house. I wonder if we’ll continue our escapade tonight? The plan must continue. He was looking forward to doing something crazy that summer night, again.

Alright.

It would be a new life, and I would be entering a new world in a while, “a while” being a month or two. Or three.

Alex whistled. His friend would be coming back home anytime soon. She had asked him to stay for a while, as there was an errand she had to take care of. Her mom had also invited him to stay inside the house, to which he declined. The mom knows Alex well enough by now, and the two kids had really been spending a lot more time lately. Awaiting his friend, the fourteen year old decided to stay on the hammock where they usually were.

Well, here it is. Things will change from here on out… and honestly, I’ve been looking forward to that for a while now. I’ve been intending to change some aspects of my life anyway. Well, here I go. It’s time. I can’t wait ‘till school starts again.

Alex stands up. I’ll just daydream some, and wait for her at the front porch. I’ll be keeping an eye out for her, and watch the daily buzz, Alex thought, referring to the usual routine and ongoing activities that occurred on the street.

I’ll be doing great things. Alex clenched his fist. Forget the past; what’s left behind is left behind. Right now, I’m wanting to kickstart a chain of events and go into overdrive. Upset the balance, and then some. Yes, I’ll be doing that.

The boy was in a positive mood. As he walks to the porch, he thinks about the countless things he could, and will be doing.

Likewise, I’ll be facing some new faces. Dangerous faces.

Alex grinned. Who was to blame him? The boy had high hopes and high dreams, after all.

Alright, I’m geared up. I’m ready…

For first year high.

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