Chapter 1: AwakeningA Chapter by Dominic FreschiLandon is awoken by Fiona.“Fiona!
D****t wait up!” I'm running, no perhaps the correct term would be
that I am sprinting. I'm not an exceedingly fast runner but I could
lose some people in my dust. Thrity-five squares of cement, seven with cracks and thirteen with gum. I hate noticing everything, it's really ‘effing obnoxious. I, oh I'm sorry we, live in a small town called Queens Lake, my apartment is small and cramped but I love it; it’s all mine. I live at 225 Emerald Drive, Apartment 503. Fiona walks the two blocks from her house down to my house to come get me for school; she looks beautiful, especially early in the morning. I’m running after Fiona. I feel like a blood hound, hot on a scent; running at full speed, however, in this scenario, it’s a beautiful floral scent. The morning is warm and humid, the air dense yet surprisingly refreshing. The birds sing as the sun slowly rises above the crest of Mount Lavender. Little critters, especially squirrels, climb trees, squeak and carry their little nuts to their nets built into trees. The breeze seems calm, unusual for this time of year. Yet it carries back to my nostrils that oh-so-sweet, enchanting floral scent. Fiona is the only friend I really have left. If I can give you advice, never do two things: 1. be overly observant and 2. be brutally honest. “Ugh, Lanny why are you always late, what’s with you smart-asses? You’re perpetually late!” Fiona said with a slight lift of her right cheek, showing her pearly white teeth and just how beautiful even the smallest grin of hers is. Her eyes are a deep, dark brown that seemingly could trap any sane man in a strong trance, her hair dark and glossy, soft as could be; the sun’s rays creating the most beautiful gleaming effect. I am finally able catch up, she was seriously two and a half blocks ahead at me, oh look the computer store! I need to go there later. I know, geek enough for you? “Sorry! Sorry! I was doing some,” What’s a good excuse? I can’t tell her about how my headaches kept me up all night writhing in pain, she’d be too worried and would nag me about it for hours! “uh, math problems for fun and, uh, yeah ha-ha, you know how these things work! Besides, you showed up later than usual anyways So don't blame me missy!” Said with an arrogant grin, perfect. Great response, flip the blame so quickly they cannot be anything but defensive. “Oh you shut it young mister! I was there at exactly 7:30 a.m.! Our usual time smart-a*s! You just happened to wake up at 7:45 and heard me searching for your key! Plus, I know you too well. You had to hurry, get up and get dressed when you heard me looking for your keys! So, when I heard you I left knowing you could catch up with me!” Giggle. Damn she was good; she and I were equals in this game. An entertaining little game of who paid more attention and who can out-wit the other. We’ve been close friends ever since freshmen year; she and I becoming friends wasn’t something you would have predicted. “Fine, point for you, but still why can’t we just skip school?” I said, getting the usual evil eye from Fiona. “Well Lanny, if you must know, you’re actually supposed to be subbing for Mrs. Anderson in English today.” Son-of-a-b***h, I hate this. I want to become a professor when I’m older, but why did my teachers always dump their unwanted responsibilities on me? I've heard of this in schools other than mine as well. Maybe not to this horrid extent, but so many teachers don't actually “teach” much anymore. They just lay the material out there, and assume the students study it and test them. They don't care, they just pass them along. Have we become that horrible of a society that they trust their students to teach each other, rather than man up to it? I swear, pansies, all of them. “How the hell did you find this out before I did?” I said inquisitively. “Well while I was waiting for you, I checked your email, and she sent you a message.” Damn her twice; checking into my private, take that back, she made the email account for me anyways. As she always says “What’s yours is mine and mine is mine.” “Landon! We’re going to be late!” She screams. Even with my lost in my thoughts she catches my attention, off to class then. “Why are you always in a hurry, you know it will only take us ‘bout 15 minutes to get to class!” I have to win; it’s my only way to keep some semblance of self-confidence. Yet in my seemingly distant thoughts, the horrifying images from last night return. The pain is getting worse. The scars ache and my headaches frequency seems to be increasing exponentially. What is causing this pain? “Lanny you didn’t finish your homework did you? Your face tells me everything; you keep looking at your backpack and your watch and you look like you're worried.” Is the pain that obvious? Damn, thwarted by her, shot down by my only equal, she sees everything as well. Well, off to the world that doesn’t accept me for who I am. Off to this world I never seem to enjoy; off to this world with the woman I love. © 2010 Dominic FreschiReviews
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1 Review Added on December 13, 2010 Last Updated on December 13, 2010 AuthorDominic FreschiWalnut Creek, CAAboutNot a big writer for most things, just like putting some random ideas to paper and seeing what others think. more..Writing
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