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09-06-2008, 10:41 AM
This is a story I wrote a fews years ago in high school. I didn't edit anything, so this is the orginal piece from 11th grade.
It began with a chair, and was nothing short of miraculous. This simple but stately chair would soon know its true purpose, its one true value. This chair, although excessively used, sat elegantly in one bank, where one man worked. In this one bank, the chair was a continuing factor for the man’s comfort. However, this simple item that he took for granted, as we all do, would serve him all too well in its last bit of life. And the chair knew when and where its job would be fulfilled.
The man in the one house, with the one chair, is, or would be, Eugene Davis. He was the most average of average men. He had an average body. He was slender, not fit, and he stood about 6”2’. Eugene had a face. On this face, a nose poked out and two eyes sat above it. They were identical twins, both brown and both plain, and were almost never bloodshot. His attire was somewhat average when thinking about a businessman. Eugene Davis was very particular on his professionalism. He wore a white collared, button-up shirt with a red tie. (If he was in a more risky mood, maybe blue.) Over the white shirt, he wore a brown or black suit jacket. And where would the suit be without a pair of matching slacks and socks. All accompanied with a pair of loafers. He is simple, not unctuous. He is Eugene Davis.
At his house, no woman resided there with him. He’s alone. And in some ways, he seems as if he is content with staying that way. But, not entirely. Davis works at a bank as a… banker. Sometimes, however, he also helped interview new job applicants in the corner of the bank. Only when the boss was sick did he assume this position, though. But, the bank is a good job for Eugene and he makes good money after working there for the past twelve years. Money is not really a concern for Davis though. What truly keeps him coming back is her. A girl who started just a year ago, a little bit before Davis was planning on quitting. However, Eugene Davis was stuck with her for two whole, magical weeks of which Eugene thought he was dreaming. She needed training, so Eugene was put in the position to do so, and he did, and he learned much about her. He had fallen in love. And her name was Hannah Mosley.
She did not love him back. This is most likely because Eugene never actually told her. So, they stayed friends up until now, but he was ready this time. He woke up with an extra boost of confidence, and even sang in the shower instead of counting tiles, as if a bandit had stolen some in his sleep. While brushing his teeth, he could only imagine the several possible outcomes of this action he was so close to committing. She would either: be overjoyed at this news because she too, was in love with him, which sounded more like a dream ever time he thought about it, or she would simply explain that she did not like him “in that way,” and would like to be “just friends.” If Eugene came off a creepy while breaking this news to her, she might take it a certain way and file a lawsuit for sexual harassment or something of that nature. Eugene stopped. I like one or two best, he thought, and then he continued his brushing.
After completing his daily routine, he headed out the door and was extremely bouncy walking to work. Nervous, but bouncy. Rounding a rather sharp corner, he let a few people by and as the last man walked passed him, he could see the perfectly square exterior of his job. The sign had huge green letters that stated, “First Trust Bank of Richmond.” Eugene straightened out and walked closer, taking deep breaths with ever couple of steps. He walked in with a heavy heart.
“Mister Davis, uh, Mister McCarthy is out of town this week, and there is a, uh, a new applicant waiting over here for you. I believe, uh, her name is Samantha. She is here for a job interview,” Sally said from behind the counter. “Okay, thank you, Sally,” Eugene replied politely. Eugene sat down at the table in the chair that he takes for granted, as we all do.
“Samantha, uh,” he paused. “Oh, my name is Samantha Charles, sir.” Eugene fumbled through the records and typed a few things into the computer just next to him. The door behind Eugene opened furiously, but he thought it was just an angry client or something. Samantha looked up and her eyes widened. “Is something wrong, miss,” Eugene said with a smile.
A shot fired into the ceiling. “Everyone on the ground now, damnit,” a masked man shouted! Everyone fell to the floor simultaneously. The chair readied itself. Eugene spun around in the chair and lifted his hands into the air just as Hannah walked in. Eugene’s identical, brown eyes went bloodshot as the man pointed the gun at her. Her hands flew up, and she let out a small yelp. Sally was putting money into a bag, like he had demanded just minutes ago. Everyone else laid there on the floor, fearful for their lives. The masked robber pulled back on the trigger ever so slightly, but Eugene saw it.
“No,” Eugene yelled before the shot, and the man quickly pointed the gun at him, and shot without missing a beat. One of the chair’s wheels gave out and shot across the floor, causing Eugene to dodge the bullet and fall back. He hit his head a fell unconscious. The wheel dashed into the robbers shin. “Ouch,” he exclaimed! “I’m going to kill you, you bastard.” He walked over to Eugene and raised the gun. But, as he did, the chair fell over and the robber caught it as it fell. He threw it to the side, and turned back to Eugene, who was just awakening. He was dizzy, and his vision was a bit blurred. Eugene looked up at the bandit, and back at Hannah. His last thought was, ceiling tiles, and he passed out again.
Eugene woke up minutes later to the sound of Hannah’s soft voice in his ear. “Wake up, Eugene,” the voice called. And so he did. “Hannah,” Eugene uttered. “Yeah, it’s me.” Eugene smiled and looked around. The police had come and were talking to Sally. “What happened?”
“While he was distracted with you, I hit him with your chair, and Sally phoned the cops,” she said. “That chair saved us all, in some strange way,” she said. Not holding back, Eugene replied, “I love you, Hannah. I have for a long time.” She looked at him and kissed his cheek. “O.K., so where are you taking me.” Eugene looked puzzled. “On our first date, silly.” Eugene sprung up, “Really,” he asked. She nodded. The chair took its last look at the bank, its home. It overheard the conversation, and it felt satisfied. A chair saved the real Eugene Davis, not the average, boring, banker he used to be, but the real person inside. A chair saved Eugene Davis.
Hope you liked it. And feel free to criticize the high school me. :D
It began with a chair, and was nothing short of miraculous. This simple but stately chair would soon know its true purpose, its one true value. This chair, although excessively used, sat elegantly in one bank, where one man worked. In this one bank, the chair was a continuing factor for the man’s comfort. However, this simple item that he took for granted, as we all do, would serve him all too well in its last bit of life. And the chair knew when and where its job would be fulfilled.
The man in the one house, with the one chair, is, or would be, Eugene Davis. He was the most average of average men. He had an average body. He was slender, not fit, and he stood about 6”2’. Eugene had a face. On this face, a nose poked out and two eyes sat above it. They were identical twins, both brown and both plain, and were almost never bloodshot. His attire was somewhat average when thinking about a businessman. Eugene Davis was very particular on his professionalism. He wore a white collared, button-up shirt with a red tie. (If he was in a more risky mood, maybe blue.) Over the white shirt, he wore a brown or black suit jacket. And where would the suit be without a pair of matching slacks and socks. All accompanied with a pair of loafers. He is simple, not unctuous. He is Eugene Davis.
At his house, no woman resided there with him. He’s alone. And in some ways, he seems as if he is content with staying that way. But, not entirely. Davis works at a bank as a… banker. Sometimes, however, he also helped interview new job applicants in the corner of the bank. Only when the boss was sick did he assume this position, though. But, the bank is a good job for Eugene and he makes good money after working there for the past twelve years. Money is not really a concern for Davis though. What truly keeps him coming back is her. A girl who started just a year ago, a little bit before Davis was planning on quitting. However, Eugene Davis was stuck with her for two whole, magical weeks of which Eugene thought he was dreaming. She needed training, so Eugene was put in the position to do so, and he did, and he learned much about her. He had fallen in love. And her name was Hannah Mosley.
She did not love him back. This is most likely because Eugene never actually told her. So, they stayed friends up until now, but he was ready this time. He woke up with an extra boost of confidence, and even sang in the shower instead of counting tiles, as if a bandit had stolen some in his sleep. While brushing his teeth, he could only imagine the several possible outcomes of this action he was so close to committing. She would either: be overjoyed at this news because she too, was in love with him, which sounded more like a dream ever time he thought about it, or she would simply explain that she did not like him “in that way,” and would like to be “just friends.” If Eugene came off a creepy while breaking this news to her, she might take it a certain way and file a lawsuit for sexual harassment or something of that nature. Eugene stopped. I like one or two best, he thought, and then he continued his brushing.
After completing his daily routine, he headed out the door and was extremely bouncy walking to work. Nervous, but bouncy. Rounding a rather sharp corner, he let a few people by and as the last man walked passed him, he could see the perfectly square exterior of his job. The sign had huge green letters that stated, “First Trust Bank of Richmond.” Eugene straightened out and walked closer, taking deep breaths with ever couple of steps. He walked in with a heavy heart.
“Mister Davis, uh, Mister McCarthy is out of town this week, and there is a, uh, a new applicant waiting over here for you. I believe, uh, her name is Samantha. She is here for a job interview,” Sally said from behind the counter. “Okay, thank you, Sally,” Eugene replied politely. Eugene sat down at the table in the chair that he takes for granted, as we all do.
“Samantha, uh,” he paused. “Oh, my name is Samantha Charles, sir.” Eugene fumbled through the records and typed a few things into the computer just next to him. The door behind Eugene opened furiously, but he thought it was just an angry client or something. Samantha looked up and her eyes widened. “Is something wrong, miss,” Eugene said with a smile.
A shot fired into the ceiling. “Everyone on the ground now, damnit,” a masked man shouted! Everyone fell to the floor simultaneously. The chair readied itself. Eugene spun around in the chair and lifted his hands into the air just as Hannah walked in. Eugene’s identical, brown eyes went bloodshot as the man pointed the gun at her. Her hands flew up, and she let out a small yelp. Sally was putting money into a bag, like he had demanded just minutes ago. Everyone else laid there on the floor, fearful for their lives. The masked robber pulled back on the trigger ever so slightly, but Eugene saw it.
“No,” Eugene yelled before the shot, and the man quickly pointed the gun at him, and shot without missing a beat. One of the chair’s wheels gave out and shot across the floor, causing Eugene to dodge the bullet and fall back. He hit his head a fell unconscious. The wheel dashed into the robbers shin. “Ouch,” he exclaimed! “I’m going to kill you, you bastard.” He walked over to Eugene and raised the gun. But, as he did, the chair fell over and the robber caught it as it fell. He threw it to the side, and turned back to Eugene, who was just awakening. He was dizzy, and his vision was a bit blurred. Eugene looked up at the bandit, and back at Hannah. His last thought was, ceiling tiles, and he passed out again.
Eugene woke up minutes later to the sound of Hannah’s soft voice in his ear. “Wake up, Eugene,” the voice called. And so he did. “Hannah,” Eugene uttered. “Yeah, it’s me.” Eugene smiled and looked around. The police had come and were talking to Sally. “What happened?”
“While he was distracted with you, I hit him with your chair, and Sally phoned the cops,” she said. “That chair saved us all, in some strange way,” she said. Not holding back, Eugene replied, “I love you, Hannah. I have for a long time.” She looked at him and kissed his cheek. “O.K., so where are you taking me.” Eugene looked puzzled. “On our first date, silly.” Eugene sprung up, “Really,” he asked. She nodded. The chair took its last look at the bank, its home. It overheard the conversation, and it felt satisfied. A chair saved the real Eugene Davis, not the average, boring, banker he used to be, but the real person inside. A chair saved Eugene Davis.
Hope you liked it. And feel free to criticize the high school me. :D