July 17th, 2010
Life. Someone please explain it to me. I really, really, really don't understand the point of walking around the earth, trying to build up a name for yourself, when it's all just going to disappear the second you die. It doesn't make sense. Besides, all of the things worth doing are insanely expensive, so it's like saying in order to really live, you have to be born into the right family with a lot of money. If you're like me, you're doomed to a life of poverty and boredom, always working your ass off just to buy groceries.
I sat on the beautiful beaches of Australia, wondering why I couldn't even enjoy the beauty of the things around me for half of a second. I knew I probably needed to move again soon, so that nobody finds me here, but I felt like maybe just sitting here on the beach is really what I need. I heard footsteps approaching me, and I could tell it was only one person. I looked up from the patterns I was tracing in the sand, and my eyes met the blue ones of a random stranger. I backed up, wondering how they managed to get so close to me but sound so far away.
I picked up my bag and started to walk away, but I heard them following me. I started to run. I ran and ran until my legs wouldn't go anymore, and when I turned around, the person was gone. I sat down, completely out of breath, on a bench in what I realized was a park. How had I ended up here? Just luck, I guess. I began to think about the stranger. It was a boy, probably somewhere around my age, which was 13. He definitely had the prettiest eyes I'd ever seen, but the only other thing I'd noticed about him was his blonde hair and the fact that he seemed to move differently than everyone else. He had this aura of confidence that most people only dream of achieving when they're old and crumbly. How had he managed to obtain that as just a kid?
I decided that the bench was boring, so I sat on a swing and began to push myself back and forth with my legs. It's a good thing parks are generally deserted at two thirty in the morning, or people would be asking me questions that I didn't want to answer. Like where are my parents? Where do I live? What school do I go to? Am I new? Did I just move here? I didn't want to fabricate a delicate web of lies right now. I was aware of someone watching me, but I shrugged it off. I've been running for five years, I'm pretty sure I can keep it up for as long as I need to. A bush rustled a little, so I took a baseball out of my bag and threw it at it.
"Ow!" Someone cried. I knew I was being watched.
"Mind coming out of your awful hiding spot and explain why you were watching me?" I asked, hoping my annoyance was conveyed through my tone. Whoever it was came out from behind the bush, looking ashamed. My God, what is the stranger doing here?! Did I not just run from him for like twenty minutes straight? "Did you follow me all the way from the beach?" I asked irritably. The stranger nodded awkwardly. He seemed to have lost his previous aura of confidence or whatever I'd called it.
"You seemed...different." He said. I dragged my feet on the ground, and the swing skidded to a halt. The stranger tossed my baseball back to me, and I caught it before returning it safely to my bag.
"So you hid indiscreetly in a bush to watch me?" I prodded. The stranger nodded.
"I was curious." He said, scratching the back of his neck and glaring at the ground in embarrassment.
"Well, I'm not someone you need to know about. Now go home." I got up and started to walk away.
"Wait! Don't you know who I am?" The stranger asked. I stopped and turned around, looking at him like he was crazy.
"Why would I know who you are?" I asked. "I've never seen you before tonight." His eyes widened for a second, but he quickly regained his composure.
"You don't recognize me from a magazine or TV or something?" Oh God, he's famous? I shook my head and started to walk away again. "Wait, don't leave then!" I stopped again and turned around, slightly frustrated.
"What, you want to sing for me or something just so you can have one more crazed fan? I don't have time for this. I need to go before...I just need to go." I caught myself right before I accidentally told the random and apparently famous stranger why I didn't like being seen.
"No, I just...want to feel normal, just for like an hour. Please?" He asked. I gave him a confused look. "I haven't had a conversation with a girl that didn't consist of 'Cody, marry me!!' in like a year. I hate all of this attention. Can we just sit and talk about something?" I was suspicious, but I slowly nodded and sat back down on the swings. He sat next to me, and it was at least five minutes before either of us said anything.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Cody Simpson, yours?"
ohk, so should I post more? idk. i have like seven chapters written...but they're not very good. i haven't edited them. I just wanted to see where it would go and if it was worth it. so yeah. opinions? I'd love them. <3