Glad Allen

Hey hows it going? Heres a story I wrote back in grade 10, let me know what you guys think, please disregard any grammatical errors or typos! thanks

Our lives are nothing but a scar on society, shadowed by a dark generic cloak that exists in our minds as personalities. Ive always thought that being alone, and original was something I've been living up to for oh so many plain and simple years of my distracted youth. People have always said "You'll find someone, who truley see's the real Dade Smith", but the way I see it, there is two great steps to finding love and communication in the world. One being the attraction; where the human eye mirrors the image of another "beautiful" face into our hearts. And the second being the complete fustration and bittersweet hate for someone that is hidden deep beneith the core of our attractions. This is the way I would've looked at life, if I would've missed the slow and cluttered local bus and continued to be totally dumfounded, when the name Destiny Rivers was mentioned.

November 1st, 1999 - The face of my future.

As we walk out of our traditional, saturday afternoon breakfest restaurant, I notice something different about Destiny that I have never noticed before. Was it the brilliant rare sunshine of this cold November day that left me in complete awe and confusion? Or was it the way she looked at me with her beautiful aqua colored eyes, that relflected the pacific ocean, and painted a warm wanted feeling in my heart. "Dade, there has been something we've both been avoiding over the past month of us seeing each other..." Destiny says so innocently. I acted as if I didnt know what she was talking about, but deep down in the pit of my stomach where the cacun of many fetus butterflies were stationary, I knew what she was talking about. Was I afraid of the commitment I was about to make? Or was I afraid of destroying the one thing that actually ment something more then a mexican taco from Bendarez? As I waited for her to simply say the words that I fear so much, I felt a small twitch in my stomach as the caterpillars had grown into butterflies. "Dade, I love you" she said with such a beautiful tone of voice, something that resembled much more then words can describe. The closest metaphor to the melody of her voice would have to be a perfect park, where the birds are playing above my head, and roses only dare to die.

It was my turn. I stared at Destiny in disbeleif, for the first time in my life I was happy. The happiness that filled my body was much more then a child feels when a favorite treehouse television show is replayed. This was much greater, it was as if a cataract of bliss was opened into my brain and from the top of the head warm water flowed to the tingly tip of my toes.
"I love y-"...

October, 1999 - I have become what I have hated over the years.

Friday; the day used by many men and women as a non-stop party from the end of their 5 o clock shifts to the early hours of their Saturday mornings. A day I'd only wish to take part in, but instead I sit across from the mind scambling box which promotes love, sex, drugs, and fake lives in which we all want to take part in. Instead of turning on the television, the weekly news paper catches my attention, "Man Dies In Car Accident" reads the front page. I get up, covered in chip crumbs and greese from the bag of tostitos and ate later on that evening and slowly creep across the cold warped oak floors of my newly renivated apartment and head into the washroom where I find myself meeting eye to eye with myself in the mirror. "Why is it that I sit here every single day and complain about my problems, and my hopes to one day live life as Jake Bishop"; my party animal next door neighbour. As I open the bathroom cabinet which apears as a dull white box hanging on the wall, the reflection of the mirror catches my attention. In the faint distance of my living room where the tragic headlines of the newspaper lay, the picture of the dead man comes to life, only instead of him in the car it was me...

After seeing my future through a picture in the front cover of New York Weekly, I decided that I must be tired, it was as if I was suffering from anemia. I walked across my living room floor, and fell to my bed with hardly a sound, and within seconds my vision became blurry and I found myself sleeping restlessly.

"BEEEP, BEEEP" went my digital alarm clock which was stationed on a small bedside table beside my head. The time was 8:30, my usual breakfest time at Tonys Resturaunt. I moved from my bed and threw on a pair of paint covered blue jeans and a ratty dress shirt and ran out the front door.

The light from the sky was unbearable, although it was not sunny, the reflection of the sun into the light gray clouds made my eyes burn. After regaining my vision I walked to the bus stop, and caught the 9:00 morning bus which offered a peaceful way of transportation to Tony's, but something was different, out of the corner of my eye something beautiful sat starring at me. As I looked over to see what was staring, my eyes met a short, and fragile woman, with brown hair which looked as rough as barb wire. Strangely, upon my first glance of this woman I felt a strong wave of warmth fill my body. "How are you?", she said. I thought she was talking to someone else, no one had ever talked to me voluntarily before, but I was wrong. She was talking to me and said again "Hello, How are you?". I looked at her in the eyes and said "Im alright, who wants to know?", and she replied "Destiny Rivers".

Mid October, 1999 - My relationship with my Destiny

A few weeks had past since the meeting of Destiny on the local New York bus. We had spent every day together since then. Every day I'd learn something new and interesting about her, and everyday she would try to find an interesting characteristic about me. This relationship was growing at a rapid speed, which in a way scared me because I didnt want to ruin the connection between us, and the warm feeling in my body when my ears heard her voice.

As time moved on, the ignorance between us slowly began to fade away. For the first time in my life I had a friend, who I could acually call a friend, and deep down inside me I wanted her to be more then a friend. Although we seemed so close, there had always been this awkward moment of silence, when Id gaze into her eyes, and she'd gaze into mine, and for a second feel as if we needed to come together, but then the moment would be gone. I had always hated awkward moments because they put me out of place, but the feeling of awkwardness with Destiny was inevitable because every time Id talk to her, a warm feeling would take control of my body, and the sound of silence would fill the air. Slowly, I was falling in love.


November 1st, 1999 - The face of my future.

"Dade, let's get out of here for a bit, I need some fresh air." said Destiny, she seemed fustrated. "Alright, where should we go", I said in return. I could tell something was bothering Destiny, but my problem solving skills were not good enough to figure out what it was. We headed out my apartment's door, and came face to face with the brilliant sunshine that filled the sky. I couldnt help thinking that something was wrong, and something bad was going to happen. We then walked to the bus stop, and waited in complete silence for the 9:00 bus to pick us up.

After sitting on the bus for 10 minutes, we decided to go to Tony's restaurant for breakfast. We arrived at the restaraunt, and walked inside to find that Tony couldnt handle the business anymore, and decided to close to restaurant and settle with retirement for the rest of his life. In confusion and disappointment we left the restaurant and continued to venture into the awkward sound of silence.

As we walk out of our traditional, saturday afternoon breakfest restaurant, I notice something different about Destiny that I have never noticed before. Was it the brilliant rare sunshine of this cold November day that left me in complete awe and confusion? Or was it the way she looked at me with her beautiful aqua colored eyes, that relflected the pacific ocean, and painted a warm wanted feeling in my heart. "Dade, there has been something we've both been avoiding over the past month of us seeing each other..." Destiny says so innocently. I acted as if I didnt know what she was talking about, but deep down in the pit of my stomach where the cacun of many fetus butterflies were stationary, I knew what she was talking about. Was I afraid of the commitment I was about to make? Or was I afraid of destroying the one thing that acually ment sometihng more then a mexican taco from Bendarez? As I waited for her to simply say the words that I fear so much, I felt a small twitch in my stomach as the caterpillars had grown into butterflies. "Dade, I love you" she said with such a beautiful tone of voice, something that resembled much more then words can describe. The closest metaphor to the melody of her voice would have to be a perfect park, where the birds are playing above my head, and roses only dare to die.

It was my turn. I stared at Destiny in disbeleif, for the first time in my life I was happy. The happiness that filled my body was much more then a child feels when a favorite treehouse television show is replayed. This was much greater, it was as if a cataract of bliss was opened into my brain, and from the top of the head warm water flowed to the tingly tip of my toes.
"I love y-"...

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the head lights of crazy taxi driver, and the next thing I know I was laying in the middle of main street, floating above the ground completely defying the laws of gravity. I saw myself laying completely motionless on the ground and Destiny weeping over my body which appeared lifeless. People were slowly gathering around the taxi car and my dead body. Everytime a new person would enter the gathering, horror and shock would fill their eyes.

I guess I always knew that true happiness was the one emotion I would never fully feel, but when I met Destiny I felt that I may have met hope. I made a mistake in my judgement. The hope that I wished for was not hope, but misfortune and bad luck. This is a story of a ignorant pessimist.