Radical

Prolouge - We Talked About Cats

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Play dough, I think we're all like play dough. We get dropped into this world like a big blob and then the hands of this world mould us. Squares, circles, stars. Anything and everything that comes to mind. In fact,over seven billion and counting shapes. But the thing about play dough, the thing about us is that this moulding is consistent and so the shape, the shape of us is consistently changing too. Even when we're unware of it and it always seems as though its impossible to be the same shape ...the same person you were once more.

You can come close to it but never exact and like play dough we seem to have no control of our direction. For some reason as much as we try to move by ourselves, all these hands seem to end up determining the final destination. But in the end, after all this shaping and moving. Everything just seems to happen for a reason, right? And if that's true then, I guess whether that's for better or for worse, the judgement is ours... right?

Sometimes the smallest things cause these long and somewhat philosophical train of thoughts to flow through my mind, they're fun to ponder upon but at times they can be quite distracting. Like now,iIn the middle of an ice cream parlour, I watch as my long time best friend Rosalyn Evans' lips are moving, she's talking, saying something, but I'm so lost in my my own world that I don't hear a thing.

I was too preoccupied watching two small children fighting over a play dough kit. A small girl and boy were arguing just behind her. I guess,to Rosalyn, the fact that I was looking past her and not at her was missed.

I couldn't stop watching them, the boy was starting to get mad and the little was trying to pull every trick in the book so she could get the play dough kit. After a few minutes she seemed to have given up as she began to walk away but I watched with suprise as the little girl cam spriting back. In flash she has leaned over and kissed the small boy on his cheek, he immediately let the play dough kit go and she ran off again but this time with the playdough kit.I looked at the parents to see both of them in awe.

I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. I didn't know what made me smile more, the fact that it was extremely cute or whether it simply came down to the fact that even though she may be about six, that little girl was smarter than me.

"So, you have no idea how glad I am that you're back for senior year and -" As soon I let out my laugh, Ro's lips stopped moving. I think she may have noticed that I hadn't exactly been paying attention.

"Freya!"

And I was right.

"I'm sorry Ro, it's just I ... I -"

"- Had this train of thoughts that you just couldn't stop but, what was the laughing for?"

I pointed at the table behind her and she just rolled her eyes at the two kids who were now giving their parents a hard time by chasing each other, she quickly turned back and placed her ice cream back on the table. "How can you like kids? They're such a pain."

I was about to object and tell her the scenario was anything but a pain but she carried on before I could speak. "Anyways, you missed it all." She checked her watch and her eye's widened indicating we had to get home soon.

"Lets go?" I said, before she could even talk, knowing her all too well.

"Alright mind reader, let's go."

I slung my old backpack over my shoulder and swept my dark brown hair to the side, it was so hot out today that I should not be wearing my hair down. I glanced over at the two kids one last time and to my surprise they had both settled down, eating ice cream but not saying much to each other.