PrologueA Chapter by Lizardo The start of the story “So the cold war was name ‘’cold’’ because they never
used weapons against each other, it was actually like the thing we use when we’re
mad at someone, the cold law or something? That you don’t speak with them but
yet you’re mad at them…” Mr. David was teaching the social studies to the class
in a PowerPoint presentation. The class room was dark with the only source of light
being the presentation about the cold war; seats were all over the place with
whispers from the teens talking to each other, and some we’re paying close to attention
to what Mr. David was teaching, while others were lost in their worlds, Like
Charles Remington, a young boy who’s age is 15. A tall boy with a tan skin who
would wear a black jacket and blue jeans to school, his eyes were brown and his
hair was dark. Charles was drawing an airplane while Mr. David was
teaching the class, for Charles, what Mr. David was saying was miles and miles
away, like whispers coming to his ears. He was smart, but lazy to study at the same time. He
always would dream about going to great adventures through the world and
meeting new people in the way, but what he really wanted was to find himself. At a young age, Charles didn’t know who he was and why
was in this life, as a matter of fact, he was a philosopher too. A young fearful boy who wanted to defeat everything he
fear and be someone who people would look up to in the future, be part of
history… “As a matter of fact, that’s why Charles is going to
detention right now!” Yelled Mr. David grabbing Charles attention. Everyone started to laugh at Charles. “You can leave the class now Charles, I’m pretty sure
you don’t your class mates making fun of you right?” The class started to laugh again. Charles put everything in his backpack and went out of
the classroom. In the distance you could hear Mr. David trying to
calm down the class with their laughter reverting through the hallway. Charles walked through the hallway, lockers on each
side and the sound of his steps vibrating through the hallway; he didn’t have
time to think about what just happened, but he did regret not defending himself
from Mr. David He finally got to the Detention room. He opened the door. Mrs. Nicole was sitting in a chair
with a desk In front of her. The room was full of chairs stack in five lines,
each one after the other. In one chair, George, One of Charles’s friend was
sitting with his legs crossed looking at the ceiling, on the other end of the
room was Michael. Michael was a kind of tall young man, but no taller than
Charles, whose age was 15 too. His skin color was white with green eyes and
blonde hair. “Will you look at that, we have the dynamic trio in
this room” Said Mrs. Nicole in a sarcastic tone. “Ha! High Five!” Said George I was pass him and gave him my hand, I sat down in a
chair all the way at the back “Not feeling good today?” Asked Michael Charles just nodded. The minutes seem to be decades as time went on, but at
last 3 PM came and it was time to go. He walk out of the detention room, pass by some people
that were putting books in their lockers and to the front door. The sun was shining bright, it was 95 F outside. There were palm trees on each side and grass on the
back of them while were Charles was walking was all pavement. The street was in
front of the school too. A red car started to hunk while it parked on the
street. Charles started to walk towards the car, he opened the
door. A man was driving the car; it was Charles’s father
wearing a black coat. “The principle called me” He said as the car started
to go from the school. “What happened this time?” he asked “I drew an airplane and got lost in my dreams again”
Charles said looking out the window. It’s something that Charles loved to do, watch how the
cars and people pass by his eyes. He always would wonder of their lives and
hope the best for them. “Remember what I told you, Charles” Said his father
looking at him while the car stopped in the red light of the traffic lights. “It’s good to dream, it’s the best thing you could do” “But the best thing you could do is fulfill them” The traffic light turned green and the car started to
run again.
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LizardoLA , CAAbout21 years now, Just another human in this world. I think I suck at writing, but yet I write to improve. more..Writing
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