Fear. It's what flows through all of us at some point, unless you're a super hero or something of that matter. Most people think that fear comes from things we don’t see or hear, but from my perspective, it's what we can't control. In my case fear results in an exploding sequence of chain reactions causing me to get lost in the labyrinth of my imagination. Being fearful is like having a bad case of asthma where music becomes my inhaler. With my headphones blaring sweet frequencies of medication, it is becoming more and more evident that my inhaler is failing to save me from myself.
I really don't know why I’m getting so fearful about college, I mean really I never thought being a senior in high school was going to be so unnecessarily stressful and beyond my grasp of control. At the same time my mom keeps getting on my ass about finding what I want to study in college. The fact that I can't decide on what I wanna do scares the crap out of me. The thoughts of firefighter, mechanic, chef, doctor, teacher, and ceramic artist all ran through my head as ideas that I could possibly major in, but nothing stuck out. I noticed that as I matured from freshman year, people started treating me less like a kid and more like an adult, someone with a mind, opinions and thoughts.
The pressures of adulthood were weighing down on me and I could feel them semi-suffocating my thoughts as I walk down the Wilshire Boulevard, hoping that I make it to the bus stop before the actual bus does. As I walked swiftly I heard a nice fat bus coming from behind me followed by a nice big swish of wind that just happen to toss the papers in my binder like confetti into the street where tires of cars run over the last chance to save myself from failing the government class I’m required to take to graduate. So here's a grand idea, why don't I just lie down and die!
"God Damn it!" I Screamed as I looked down to the street where my papers laid decimated and battered into mutilated garbage with my name on it. "Jesus! When the hell am I gonna get a break?"
"Oh my God! That sucks" Said a passenger who had just gotten off the bus. I looked up and saw a girl from school walking towards me, but I couldn't remember her name.
"Zack, did you lose anything important?" She asked
"No, Not really, just my chance to get a diploma."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, but I should be okay if I work hard and make another half-assed project." This girl was stunningly beautiful. She whipped her long honey suckle hair around and helped me pick up the remnants of my government project. The more time she spent helping me, the more I became embarrassed because I had no idea what her name was.
"Hey, since you seem to be shit out of luck, and since I seem to have spare time, why don't you come by my house and I can help you with your . . . thing." She offered. Her wallet slipped out of her purse and as I chased after it, her Monrovia High ID came out. When I picked up her stuff, I saw her ID. I had finally remembered. Her name was Scarlet Summers.
I had her in my geometry class. She was the straight A girl that half the class had secretly bagged on, including myself in that count. Nothing in the world had ever made me feel like a bigger asshole than realizing I hurt someone so nice.
"Are you sure, Scarlet?" I Asked
"Wow, I thought you were gonna try to play me off as some nice chick you never met."
"Yeah, about last year, I was being dumb and I'm really sorry for all those things I said."
"Yeah it's fine. Just don't pull that shit again. Deal?"
"Yeah."
We took a fifteen minute walk onn 5th Avenue where she lived. Her house was a nasty, stomach wrenching blue.
"Here we are !" She happily exclaimed
"Cool" I said hiding my opinions of the house behind my teeth
We went directly to her room where we spent hours working on resurrecting my project from trash heaven. It was 10:30 at night, and I was worn out from all the writing and researching.
"Hey thanks for helping me out. I really appreciate it." I said while unwillingly drawing my self closer to her. For some odd reason I just couldn't take my eyes of her hazel eyes while noticing a strange feeling trying to burst out of my chest.
"No Proble-" Her voice drifted off as her nearly silk lips touched mine
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I said in remorse
"Don't Be. I was planning on this"
As I left for home in the cold night, the events of that took place refused to exit my mind. What the hell did she mean by "planning on it"? It was merely coincidence, right? My head was in knots along with my stomach about how simple homework help turned into a ghetto date from the bowels of from what I thought was non existence. Scarlet was someone who I never thought this would happen with. Her and I just happen to be total opposites. I was the extremely social seventeen year old guy who managed to mess up his chances to get into a good college like 75% of Monrovia High students and Scarlet was . . .well, Scarlet.
Scarlet was the type of gal that hung out with a select group of people at school who were weird, loud and over dramatic to say the least. That particular section of the school was known as the the "Weird People", go figure, huh? They had all had one distinct attribute in common. They were all very anti social to the point that they relied on their group like a security blanket. but they were good people for the most part, just a little emo if you know what I mean
I always wondered why she sat with them. She wasn't anything like them. To me, it was a mystery. To others, she was just another weird fuck at the "weirdo spot" under the stairs everyday at lunch. I could tell she wasn't just another person who had managed to get sucked into that particular group of people. There was something more to her. Something that separates her from everybody, even the weird people that no one had seemed to really give a rats ass about. It was unknown what made her stand out to me, but my mentality was still drowning in that kiss of randomness that seemed to be unadulterated by society and all of its sloppy kissing styles.
Her kiss was something pure and surprisingly addicting, so addicting that I found myself contemplating whether I should walk back to her house just for some more lip locking. Not much later after I finish my two and a half mile walk home, I noticed a piece of myself was missing. My cell phone. Me being without my phone was like my stepfather being without a beer in his hand with the remote for the TV in the other. My journey for the night was only one third of the way done. I now had to return to Scarlet's house, get my phone ans come back to my humble abode where my mother lay sleeping and her husband lies awake, drinking the wages, pissing the money we needed for our rent away into the abyss of the sewers of Los Angeles.
The walk back to Scarlet's house was an uphill battle. Half way there, my legs began to fail me and the pain began to scream through my tolerance level as if they were wrapped in barbed wire, but I continued. The streets were covered in darkness as much as my throat was consumed with thirst. About an hour and a half later, I found myself in front of Scarlet's door, knocking as my remaining breath left me. Large blurs of her blue house, the street and other homes on the avenue spun around me like a deformed marry-go-around. The earth's gravity became over bearing for my body and brought me to my knees in the matter of seconds. I soon found myself facing the pebbles of broken asphalt like a cross turned face down. I take a breath as my senses fail to relay information of my surroundings. On Scarlet's doorway, I fainted asleep, in the dead of the night
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Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm Knight Hardy here on a mission to ensure that all works on YWS has at least two reviews. You will probably never see this but....Imma do this anyway.
First Impression: Well this seems like a pretty interesting story that you've got right here. Its certainly got some pretty interesting elements scattered throughout. The ending was the only thing that tripped me up just a bit because that was slightly weird but for the most part it was great.
Anyway let's get right to it,
Well that starts of getting straight to the action right away...we aren't wasting any time on anything. Well definitely got me hooked with the opening so that should be interesting.
Well it happens to all of us.
Well the description there was a little weird....and strangely cartoonish if you get what I mean, because you said big swish of wind etc...so you might want to work on that unless its like a specific style and you're doing that as a joke. Considering the rest of the story I don't think that's the case hence why I'm pointing this out.
Ouch, well that sucks.
Well that feels like kind of a lame apology to be honest but then he does seem to be fairly genuinely sorry at least at the moment so okay..
Those moments are always the worst.
Well not the worst place to put a time skip so I think that was actually a pretty good move. Good idea there.
Uh oh....well that accelerated ridiculously fast...like whoa...
Well yeah, you call attention to it yourself...that was a weird choice of words to say it was planned. Well...on the other hand I do love a good love story so there's that.
Well...a little stereotypical there but then this does happen unfortunately.
Okay tat last line kind of came out of nowhere...
Going to say that's a slightly cliché description but then I do love that cliché.
Okay....we end on a sudden horror movie....whoa...now that was quite a turnaround...I am confused....
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall except for the confusing ending and kinda accelerated love portion it was prey darn good and I would certainly read more of this story if I saw it. The cliffhanger definitely makes you find out more although it is a little too much of a twist in my opinion like you don't want things to just appear out of absolutely nowhere.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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Don't double post threads.
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Hey, did you post this twice? Appears so...Okay, here are my suggestions:
Go to the community forums, and to the welcome section, there you will find FAQ's and Rules. Read them!
Second, only post your piece once. We know it's there, you don't have to keep posting it for us to find it....
Like I said the first time, you'll get more critiques if you SPACE IT OUT! Remember what I showed you?
Anyways, I'll see if I can get a mod to come in a delete this or someting. Um...if you have any questions, please ask them...and...hm...was there anything else?
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Oh, yeah! Be sure to critique two peoples works before posting your own.
All of these rules are put in place to make the boards happy to everybody. If you don't critique, chances are you wont get critiqued. If you dont space it out, it hurts peoples eyes, and if you repetedly post the same story again and again, people get annoyed and stop reading.
Once again, if you have any questions, you know where to find me.
-JC