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Topic Started: Jun 15 2012, 04:41 PM (86 Views)
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Luck is something I don't have. Some say its just coincidence that things happen, some say it's karma. Except with karma, you need to send something bad around to receive bad things, unlike me. For my whole life I have gotten the short end of the stick. When I was seven I was expelled from school for some other kids actions. My dad home schooled me till I was 13, I had only seen my mom a few times, they had gotten divorced right after my birth. Then three days after my thirteenth birthday, my Dad was murdered. Apparently my mom caught word that my dad was engaged to a new girl, Sammy, she snapped. Sammy was a kind girl, we got along well, and I could tell she was in love with dad, and he was in love with her. This ignited the flaming hate for my mom. She took away two happy lives, and sometimes, I wish she could have taken mine too. You may say that is a horrible outlook on life, but then you do not know what it is like, being 13, and coming home to find two mutilated bodies of someone you loved. Those days after my birthday were some of the few nice days in my life, and they were taken away by a being filled with jealousy and hate my mom was caught, and she avoided prison time on a plead of insanity. I wish she would have been killed, even if she was insane. I struggled through out my teens. I did graduate high school, how I did it still confuses me. I had no money for college so I got a job, low paying, but a job. My apartment looks like a mass grave and is quite near to smelling like one too. My life was in the gutter, no it was in a gorge. My day is always the same, wake, eat, work, sleep, that's it. Every now and then an event comes along that adds a little variety, but it only leaves the pain of the insurable dullness of life in it's wake. I would go out to a bar with my friends, if I had any. Co-workers are harsh and cold, and I have learned to enjoy not interacting with other humans as much as possible.

One day I came into work to see a box with my name on it.Thinking it was some sort of present, something to get me out of my life, I rushed over to it, only to find my stuff in it. I had been fired. How could I have been so foolish, thinking it was something that could help me. Some say to always hold on to hope, but hope is like a fruit. It starts of ripe, then gets moldy and decays, hope turns to desperateness, and the fruit get more mold. You just have to choose to keep eating it. I grab my box and walk out of the doors. I take the subway home, as usual. When I get off some guy shoves me out of the way, causing my things to spill out on the stations cold hard floor. I was picking up my things when a female voice asked about a comic,
"Hey is this your Deadpool comic?"
"Yeah..." I mumbled, not bothering to look at her. "So what's it matter?"
"That is so cool! It's signed too!!!" She said rather eccentric manner.
"You... like comics?" I say in a state of confusion, I turn around to see her flipping through the pages.
"Duh! They are awesome!!!" I was surprised by her excitement, she had a brownish red hair color, green eyes, average height, and a wolverine shirt on.
"Really?" I, now in complete shock, ask. I wasn't shocked that she likes comics, it was her attitude, she was very energetic and she was talking to me, a very rare occurrence.
"Yeah! Oh! Do you need help?" Before I could give an answer she was scavenging my things up and putting them in the box.
"Uhh, thanks... I guess"
"Hmm, you need someone to talk to don't you! Well I'm here so lets talk! Come on!" She says grabbing my hand and pulling me along. Seeing no escape I just go with her. We talk about everything, comics, life, family, well she talks about family while I do my best to brush off the question. A long talk ends at a bench were we sit down, it must have been past midnight. When she asked the family question to me, I knew I couldn't escape this time. I told her everything from birth to now, I broke down in tears, but for the first time since my 13 birthday, she offered a shoulder to cry on, and I took it. I told her about hope being a fruit, I told her about my parents, I told her about my life. I cried myself to sleep on her shoulder that night. When I woke up on that park bench she was gone, and I my life began to set in again, for one night I was free from my life and now it was back, my life, It felt like last night was an illusion, and she didn't exist. I saw a note, and I read it aloud. You are right, hope is like a fruit, it will decay. But someone can always give you another one. I smiled, I couldn't stop smiling, for the first time in my life, I felt nothing but joy. I turned the note around to see Come find me, XOXO and her address was there too. So I got up and started walking, to her home, to a new future, to a new fruit.
Thanks for reading this. I felt sad over the past few days, and so I needed to get my feelings out. This is the only part. I won't continue it. (most likely) INSPIRED MY SERENDIPITY BY PIANO AT LARGE.
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Totally not a power freak!
Lol, probably the lightest story you've written yet XD.

I like it, whether you decide to continue it or not. Right now it's kind of just an idea though, maybe you'll flesh it out more in a later story :P
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This is....great!
Will there be more chapters or is this it?
I love Pokemon, I can be a little obsessive so please try to be patient, but I also love fantasy and history.
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Most likely no... I tried to make this a self contained story. And I need to be in the right mood... Like sad and mad to write like this
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