Getting rich was the last thing on our minds. Even if we were to become successful and wealthy there's no point, nothing would change. Money is no longer the way of telling who rules, who has all the power, who controls everything and uses the crumbling government to manipulate people and make more monsters such as themselves. Unfortunately, it's something worse. A mystery, something that is difficult or impossible to understand or explain, that is what They say to everyone. It's a lie, been one since it first came out of their disgusting mouths. We all wanted it to be true, so we believed it. The action marked our very first mistake, the beginning of the end.
|One year earlier|
"Idun!" Adrian screamed as I ripped out one of my earbuds and sighed
"Yes, my best friend in distress?" I spoke impatiently.
Wouldn't blame me, ever since the new boy arrived at our school Tuesday, Adrian hasn't stopped talking about him. Imagining how awesome he is instead of just striking up a conversation, it's like he's suddenly become super shy.
"He's coming to our table, quick! Act. Natural." He whispered as his position was switched to a more forced, relaxed one.
I rolled my eyes and continued sketching Adrian with a cute kitten on his head, his long due request from months ago. I was working on the contrasting shades between Adrian's hair and the cats' paws when I see a tray placed on the rickety table in my peripheral vision.
"Hey, I'm new and surprisingly don't have any exceptional friends, so I was wondering if you don't mind me sitting here until some whack job decides to take me under their smelly wing," he said calmly, his words oozing sarcasm.
Since Adrian was having a mental breakdown on the other side of this guy, I answered for us.
"Of course, make yourself at home, mi mesa su mesa my dude"
I said smoothly. He processed my words and sat down with a small smile. The minute I went back to my sketchbook, he complimented my work so far. A quiet 'thank you' made it out of my chapped lips as a blush swept across my cheeks, obvious many don't often recognize my 'art'. Meanwhile, an anxiety and love-stricken Adrian, to the new kids' left, is taking in the beauty of this guy up close. When I noticed he was starting to drool, I decided to drag the attention of the boy in blue between us to him. I came up with a plan.
"Man, Adrian, I seem to be having trouble with your smile. Do you mind giving me a quick grin to refresh my memory?" I asked, a smirk appearing on my lips once the guy looked over at him.
"Um, yeah sure, no problem" he mumbled nervously.
What followed was one of his million-dollar smiles that is truly astonishing each time I witness it. That's all it took for him to get his confidence some-what back. An estimated 20 minutes later, lunch was ending and Adrian and the boy in blue, who we soon found out to be named Jackson, were still hitting it off great. While walking to class, they ended up leaving me behind halfway there, so the rest of the journey was peaceful until I developed this pounding headache out of nowhere. Must just be from the buzz of high schoolers horsing around and gossiping to no end, I thought as my legs carried me into Math, which happened to be my most successful subject. My eyes were immediately exposed to the blinding lights and the pounding escalated yet I still chose to ignore it. Right now, I need to focus.
My goal in school is to mind my own business, do good in every class, and not die or be injured by the end of my learning days. Right now, I'm on a 9-year streak, if I don't count Kindergarten. Today cannot, will not, end it. Or else I've failed my one goal which would disappoint many, including myself.
