PickEm'Up
02-14-2011, 06:16 PM
Don’t work too hard; that’s what they always said to me. You’ll hurt yourself, be careful, or don’t overdo it. Like I don’t know my limits? If you ask me it’s just yet another chance they see to nag me. I guess they don’t think I’m capable. Granted my grades aren’t the best, and when I leave school, I won’t be at the best college, but still. If I have dreams and I work for those dreams, whether I fail at achieving them or succeed, will it matter in the end? I tried, that’s the main thing right? Who knows, I don’t even know myself anymore. I just live for one reason.
Today hasn’t been the best. The bus journey into school was too quick for my liking so I tried to slow things up by waiting to get off; boy did I get some **** off the driver for making her late for her slimming class. That was just the start though; next there was math. Now, I’m no genius as I explained before, but I can work with my numbers. It’s the one subject I can get by in. I’m not too bad at it, but I’m not great either – story of my life. In class today though, I slipped off into the voids of my imagination. I was here one second...but then the next...I was just gone. Off into the clouds, flying through them, untouchable and more alive than I had ever been. I had control over this place, it was my place. A snap of misses Craford’s fingers got me crashing back into the harsh reality of it all though. Back in maths class, with the pen and the pad in front of me.
Lunch didn’t make anything better, but it gave me time to think. I sat alone in the cafeteria, toying with my plate of cold pasta, trying to float off again. I shut everyone out and let go; I just let go. This time was different, there were no clouds here. I was on the frontline, defending for my country, my people. I was brave, courageous, someone to look up to. I charged in with my brothers of war, into the battle to end all battles. Through the gun blaze and smoke, there he was, smiling back at me like he always did. I reached out for him but never is my arm long enough. No matter how hard I try, I can’t reach him. He’s just too far away. The bell must’ve gone because the cafeteria’s emptied and the dinner lady stood waving in my face.
The rest of the day went pretty swell. Triple physics wasn’t too bad and I survived. Me and Winston had to do a joint experiment. He did most of it, we didn’t talk that much. I don’t think they get me, my classmates I mean. I suppose no one can understand, but I don’t blame them for that. I mean, why would you even want to understand. I’d rather I was just left too it, no questions asked. We got top marks for our experiment and I got to do the cool bit at the end. Mixing the acids and alkalis to create a chemical reaction – brought a smile to my face anyway.
The journey home was quiet. I’m the last stop before the bus turns round. I live on a farm – it’s peaceful, away from everything, kind of like me. It’s very fitting for me and mom. When I got in, I put my books away and went out the back. Our back yard is, well, huge. It’s fields which stretch on for miles. Me and mom like to come out here and so that’s where I am now. I’m with her. Arms around each other, We’re watching the last sun set of august; It’s been a year now, it was the last time I spoke to my dad and we both miss him so much – I can always find him in my mind when I want, but I can never reach him unless I’m here, with mom. We both stare out for a long time, until the sky is dark and we can see no more. I live for him, for knowing that one day we will meet again and the three of us will re-join, like it was always supposed to be. He died for reason and so it is my duty and honour, that I shall die for the same. I leave for the forces the end of next month. My mom tells me she’s proud...I believe her.
Today hasn’t been the best. The bus journey into school was too quick for my liking so I tried to slow things up by waiting to get off; boy did I get some **** off the driver for making her late for her slimming class. That was just the start though; next there was math. Now, I’m no genius as I explained before, but I can work with my numbers. It’s the one subject I can get by in. I’m not too bad at it, but I’m not great either – story of my life. In class today though, I slipped off into the voids of my imagination. I was here one second...but then the next...I was just gone. Off into the clouds, flying through them, untouchable and more alive than I had ever been. I had control over this place, it was my place. A snap of misses Craford’s fingers got me crashing back into the harsh reality of it all though. Back in maths class, with the pen and the pad in front of me.
Lunch didn’t make anything better, but it gave me time to think. I sat alone in the cafeteria, toying with my plate of cold pasta, trying to float off again. I shut everyone out and let go; I just let go. This time was different, there were no clouds here. I was on the frontline, defending for my country, my people. I was brave, courageous, someone to look up to. I charged in with my brothers of war, into the battle to end all battles. Through the gun blaze and smoke, there he was, smiling back at me like he always did. I reached out for him but never is my arm long enough. No matter how hard I try, I can’t reach him. He’s just too far away. The bell must’ve gone because the cafeteria’s emptied and the dinner lady stood waving in my face.
The rest of the day went pretty swell. Triple physics wasn’t too bad and I survived. Me and Winston had to do a joint experiment. He did most of it, we didn’t talk that much. I don’t think they get me, my classmates I mean. I suppose no one can understand, but I don’t blame them for that. I mean, why would you even want to understand. I’d rather I was just left too it, no questions asked. We got top marks for our experiment and I got to do the cool bit at the end. Mixing the acids and alkalis to create a chemical reaction – brought a smile to my face anyway.
The journey home was quiet. I’m the last stop before the bus turns round. I live on a farm – it’s peaceful, away from everything, kind of like me. It’s very fitting for me and mom. When I got in, I put my books away and went out the back. Our back yard is, well, huge. It’s fields which stretch on for miles. Me and mom like to come out here and so that’s where I am now. I’m with her. Arms around each other, We’re watching the last sun set of august; It’s been a year now, it was the last time I spoke to my dad and we both miss him so much – I can always find him in my mind when I want, but I can never reach him unless I’m here, with mom. We both stare out for a long time, until the sky is dark and we can see no more. I live for him, for knowing that one day we will meet again and the three of us will re-join, like it was always supposed to be. He died for reason and so it is my duty and honour, that I shall die for the same. I leave for the forces the end of next month. My mom tells me she’s proud...I believe her.