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Shaun Carland Untitled Short Story

FALL Lets start my story with rain. Rain is something simple. It’s clear, pure, and there really isn’t a lot to say about it. My story is far from simple, I can’t still figure out what really happened and what didn’t, and there are things that I will never ever forget. So lets start my story with a good start, rain. As the rain kept on beating on the window, I saw a poor little bug hitting the window over and over. Perhaps I was like this bug. I wanted to be more, I wanted to go places and succeed. But for some reason, an invisible barrier was keeping me away from what I wanted. Perhaps if only I could only…The bell rang interrupting my train of thought. Perhaps I was thinking to much anyways. Perhaps the hair dye from my maroon hair was finally starting to soak into my brain, perhaps the bass from my iPear was scrambling my mind, perhaps I spent to much time keeping my thoughts to myself they were finally driving my insane. The bell screeched and it was at this particular moment in time where my life would be turned upside down.

Rain, rain go away, come back another day when I’m not trying to drive. I had to go to the Wal-Mart in Doorsville to get dog food for my dog, Tater. Doorsville was the closest thing to society that Dameron had to it. I guess you could say that our two schools were at “war”, but I honestly didn’t give a damn. They were whores from Whoresville, and we were Damn Morons from Dameron. Honestly though, who would name a town Dameron? It’s just begging to be made fun of. Doorsville’s nickname was at least created with some dignity, and had its name mutilated after the high school was built. But even adults and little kids were making fun of the name, even unintentionally.

Wal-Mart was kind of like a human zoo, you could say. I worked there for three months, and it was probably the worst experience that I ever had. I forced to give out free stickers to people; half of which threw them away the second they got them. It was worst seeing people you knew. People in my school would laugh[but I got the last laugh by sticking these horrid adhesives but it was worst having to work as a “Shopping Assitant”. I’ve honestly have never had to do more manual labor in my life. From helping 600 pound people into those motorized veichles[please note that I’m only 5’2 and weigh 102.4 pounds] to climbing up to the top shelves to get a bycicle because the person couldn’t settle with the one on the bottom[it was “scratched” and people had sat in it”.]. Either way, I think that I must have gained about five pounds of muscles before I got fired.

Going to Wal-Mart was always an adventure to me. After spending three months of hell there, I made it my personal duty to make the lives of the corporate devils that run the place and the customers that were “too-good-for-wal-mart-but-for-some-reason-still-shopped-there”. The best thing to do is walk up to a security guard and whisper “code 3 door 1”. Trust me, it’s amazing. If you want to shock the cashiers, buy a pregnancy test and a hanger. Once when I was working as a cashier someone did this to me, and gave them a fifty cent of a box of condoms cupon as rebuttal. They just starred at me, dropped the hanger and test, and slowly walked out. To make it even better, I whispered “code 3” in a security guard’s ear, and he started rushing out towards the boy who bought the hanger and test. All that was left of him was the condom cupon. Speaking of condoms, it’s pretty lulzy[my mutilated version of funny] to put condoms into old woman’s shopping carts. Always go for the really big ones to, they’re the best.

As I got in there, I saw the girl scouts selling cookies.  Being a girl scout now must really suck.  The economic recession was even pinching the poor girl scouts!  Cookies were no longer three dollars, but now $3.50.  I heard that because the cookies are selling so terribly and with the rising prices of everything, they won’t be able to get hats to go with their uniforms and they might not go to summer camp!  What’s next to go?  The pink Flower Power badges on their shirts?   Girl Scout Convention 08? I picked through my pockets and found two dollars, a quarter, two dimes, and a nickel.  I’ll just take a dollar from the money I was going to use to buy Tater some food.  Poor Tater, he will have to be getting generic brand name food instead of the normal brand name.

“Hi mam!” said the little girl. Her name was Susie, I could tell by her namecard. You know, that’s pretty stupid to have namecards. A creepy pedophile could just walk up and thake them. “Hi there!” I replied. I was trying my hardest not to stare at her snaggle tooth. “Would you like to buy some cookies?” Susie said. No, I just came up here to donate money. “Of course I would! I’ll take, hmmm, what are those?” I said pointing at some cookies with some cute animals all over it. You can’t have THOSE cookies! Those are animals! You animal killer you!” She started stomping on my foot. Thank God I was wearing my wide Etnies and not my beat up Converse. A storm of parents came over and smothered all over the child, of course, none came over to me. Maybe it wasn’t the recession that was making girl scout cookies sell terrible, maybe it was the terrible service.

Wal-Mart wasn’t the only place I had to stop by for today’s errands. Even though I didn’t get Tater any food, I didn’t want to step into Wal-Mart after that Girl Scout Incident. Hopefully, no one saw me. Actually, I hope that someone saw me; so they call the police on me, get me on Cops, get me on Judge Alex and The Peoples Court, and then get famous. My big debut? Eh, scratch that. I hope I go to jail, so I can be a true gansta, g.

I have to still pick up Lucas. Lucas, my little brother, had to be picked up everyday from school. No, he couldn’t take the bus home, he had to be picked up EVERY single day. Onetime, one of his friends gave me a very cute note:

[Will you go out with me? Yes, No. If you circle both then you’re dumb! ]:<]

Keep in mind that I’m 17, and that little kid was in sixth grade. Jeez, his heart was already broken? The bell rang and I saw all of those snot nosed boogers run out as if a bomb was placed in the school. I saw a group of girls walk by my car, using MY window to check their makeup. Aww, of those little girls were so cute, to bad they are all going to be narcalaptic shallow cheerleader whores who sleep with the whole football team. Jeez, I ought to get my brother to join football before it was to late. Actually, scratch that they are going to BECOME one, they already are narcaliptic shallow cheerleading whores. They all had on their cute little Abercombie Kids!® T-Shirts and their Hollister® Junior skin tight skirts that just covered butts. Oh, and don’t forget the breast implants their mothers are going to pay for them so they can keep her “so young!”. Gah, I hate little kids.

“Hey Pear!” Lucas screamed in my ear. I’d say something worst about his name, mostly having to do with the last part[as], but I’d rather him find out about those words on his own, if he didn’t already know about them. “Get in the car, twerp!” I said joking. As I said that, I saw one of Lucas’s friends running over to my car- Mac Don Auld. When ever I see Mac I can’t help but to imagine that he’s a giant cheeseburger. A huge, squished, steamy cheeseburger oozing with juices. Once I accidentally bit his arm, and I had to serve detention-at their school!

“Mac, I’m not gving you a ride home!” I yelled. I almost said I’m not giving fries with that as well. “Blair, eat a friggen cheeseburger you anorexic witch!” He screamed. Oh the irony. I peeled out of the parking lot[It always made Lucas look cool because he was hanging out with a TEENAGER who could peel out.

If you think that your parents are hard on you, actually imagine having none. My mother killed herself right when Lucas was born, because it turned out Lucas wasn’t my father’s baby. My father, who threatened to kill me and her if she ever slept with another man, said that he was on his way to pick her up. She couldn’t bear to see the pain I’d go through and that she would go through, so she stole a bottle of lithium pills and overdosed in the hospital bathroom. Our father later got into jail for life for who knows what. Parents are overrated and stupid anyways.

So where did we live now? Me and Lucas lived in a city named Sylvarant. Sylvarant was about an hour away from Dameron. We did this so people couldn’t track us down and find out that we live by ourselves. After countless attempts at Foster homes we ran away into the bustling streets of Sylvarant. With the inheritence money that we got from our mom[or at least the amount that our bastard father didn’t get his grubby hands on] I was able to buy a car and a small apartment. It had one bedroom which was Lucas’s, a bathroom, a living room, and a small kitchen. I slept on the pull out couch in the living room. I actually like sleeping on that couch because I can watch old sappy 50’s love movies and poppy but procative 90’s anime at night. It’s a good deal, trust me.

“Blair, look where you’re driving!” Lucas yelled at me. He was right,. Jeez, maybe all of this thinking IS really going to kill me. “Calm down Lucas! But thanks.” I replied. “Um, I just wan’t to stay alive!” Lucas said. “And now I know why they say women can’t drive!” I slapped him. “Hey, maybe if you keep your hands on the wheel you might be able to drive!” Lucas said. “Be quiet little booger”. I said, kidding around of course. “Hey, I think I’m going to dye my hair another color tonight, what do you think I should do?” I’ve been dying my hair ever since second grade. I got suspended for having neon pink hair in second grade and ever since I’ve been changing my hair color every two weeks. I guess by now my hair is just SCREAMING “just kill me! Stop the suffering!”. But I still let it suffer anyways. I bet once I revert it back to it’s natural hair color again it will be grey. “Hmm, how about black?” Lucas suggested. “No, no, no! I retorted. “Black was the only color I refuse to dye my hair. I mean black, everyone got black hair after My Chemical Romance, The Jonas Brothers, and Narctoleptic Baby Eaters got it. There’s nothing cute or cool about black hair.” “But a lot of kids have black hair in my school!” Lucas said. “Yeah, and all of those kids are still worshiping My Chemical Romance and Linkin Park”. I said. “I’m thinking about like, snow white hair and then putting in highlights that look like piano keys.” “Dude, do it!” Lucas said. Gah, whenever someone says do it, I always get my mind stuck in the gutter. Why am I so gross?! “I totally would, but then it would look funny whenever I wear it up. What about, hmm, dying my hair fire truck red and putting orange and yellow highlights in it? “Uh, I don’t know”. Said Lucas. “The weather is really stormy, and your hair would not match it at all! “It’s stormy, I need sunshine.” I replied. Sunshine, it’s something really mysterious, isn’t it? Without sunshine, we really wouldn’t have anything. We wouldn’t have energy, we wouldn’t have love, we just wouldn’t have life. It makes us feel happy, fuzzy, warm, and safe. If this is sunshine, then my brother is sunshine. As I opened my window and felt the crisp winter air flow through my hair, I drove into the sunshine, with my sunshine.

Mornings were always very hard for me. I just don’t get why mornings were always difficult for me and most people. A morning is like a fresh, clean slate. It is the start of a new day. It is as if all of the worries of life are gone, all of the burdens, and all of the anticipation of the future is gone. Morning is the only real time where you are in the present, and most people regard morning as hard and agitating to get through. If you’ve never actually watched a sunrise from start to finish, you don’t know what you are missing. Outside my window is where I see the best sunrises, over the Atlantic Ocean. My dad currently resides across the ocean. When I was little I used to write letters in a bottle, hoping that a sailor would pick them up. Inside the bottle, I asked them to pray for this dying ocean, and this decaying planet. I used to think I could swim across the Atlantic to get to my Dad, but everyday as I’m growing up, the ocean is getting bigger and bigger, and it’s times like these when he’s farther than before. Sometimes I wonder how the Atlantic was born. Did the clouds just let out all of their worries, fears, and sadness fall into a huge hole? A huge hole to pour my feelings out. I sometimes think that this story is that I opened up my window and let in the fresh snow air. As it blew into my window, my hair got ruffled by it’s passing and sprinkled by it’s supply of snow. It started flying onto Tater and he jumped up and ran away. Strange, snow is something so simple, so pure, so clear, but still it frightens even the most innocent creatures. Perhaps there’s more to snow. Something about it is just not right. It is bad, terrorizing, destroying. Perhaps, maybe, there’s more to this life? Perhaps not everything is beautiful, or even perceived the same, but completely different, just like us. But no matter what, there is beauty in everything. I feel a strong sense of inspiration. Someone out there is suffering. I took a Crayola Washable Marker[I don’t trust myself using any other kind], and I wrote a note: “Dear you, I just want you to know how beautiful you are. Everything about you, maybe in your own way, but still just unbelievably beautiful. Sincerely, me. Normally, I would put this in my pocket to help me on a bad day, but I realized that someone out there needed it a lot more than me. So I threw the bottle with all of my might, right out of my window, and into the ocean. We were on his bed, watching the whole baseball game through. And I wasn’t just praying for the Sox to win, I was praying for extra innings, just so I could be next to you. Isn’t this the part where you say that you like me? And this is the part where I say that I’m happy. If you would just let me be your everything. I wished on every star in the sky, I wished on every satellite, just so I could be with you.