Feisty
Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you come across a person, that one special person. That person who is constantly on your mind, that person who you never seem to see enough of, that person who keeps you breathing. That particular person, who will cause you so much happiness, upset, regret. You will always remember every moment with this person. Every second, unforgettable.
Raging music thundered through the air, the smell of sweaty teenagers hit every being as they entered. Masses of frenzied teenagers pushing, throwing themselves passed us. We shyly averted our eyes from the various drunken teens covering the street like dirty laundry. Music throbbed in our ears as we entered the black building. Though most were creating their own party outside, the small room seemed fit to burst. Full of uninterested looking teenagers, searching for something to do wild and rebellious to do, looking for someone they knew. Taking in our surroundings, I recognized familiar faces in the crowd; walking towards these faces I noticed another, unknown face.
His smile seemed to awaken my senses, my sight, my smell, my taste, my feel. The energized stranger embraced the new arrivals with his upbeat aura. Words seemed to emerge out of his mouth with a comforting sense of assurance. “I’m so happy to meet you!” He shouted over the raging music. The amazing thing was, it was not the fake greeting which people find polite to say, he seemed generally happy to meet me. As the night grew on, unlike others, his face stayed the same. Happy, excited, flawless. His smooth, gleaming mulit-coloured hair stayed perfectly straight. His eyes never lost their mad glint as the people around him became wary.
This was the first time I had met him, in all his beauty. Our friendship grew throughout the next days, weeks, months, Years. Every time we saw each other he would still glow, his purity seemed to wash over everyone he met. His rich hair, his rich eyes, his rich soul seemed to entrance every passerby. The elderly would pause to watch this enthusiastic boy living life like every day was his last. They frowned at the racket he caused, jealous of his livelihood, jealous of his perfected structure. The young would stop and stare, idolizing his joyfulness. We were inseparable, a ‘package deal’. When we were together it was the best times of our lives, we reflected on each other. When one was unhappy, so was the other, when one was excited, the other was even more excited. When we were apart, there was no need to text continuously like every other teenager. We were so close that we didn’t need technology to constantly update our friendship.
As every teenager did, we both changed. He moved from the school he hated, to a school where he would ‘fit in’ more effectively. I went through all the drama that is a teenage girl’s life. The worst had happened, we had drifted apart. It had been months since we had seen each other and weeks since we have spoken. When I did eventually see him again, everything in him that I had previously seen, was gone. He used to be so carefree, soaring through life, making the most out of everything. His glow had evaded him. Fakeness in his eyes, in his mouth, had set in. His eyes were now glinted with judgment in every pigment of image he saw, his mouth was leaking words diluted with fake. He was still generally excited to see me, but we both knew things had changed.
Phone calls began, as we tried to reconnect. Every phone call was unconsciously scripted. Hurtful words, reorganization, apologizing, tears. His voice now stung like a wasp. Unlike a bee, the sting was continuous and refused to die.
The past friendship seemed like a fragment of our imagination, a cloud. Which could blow away at any second; leave us with nothing, so fragile. His presence began to disappear completely. The internal beauty had vanished; his face was now filled with bleak. He had been consumed by the world around him. The face that I once saw as familiar, was now deceased, a stranger to me. There are now times, when I look back and wonder, what happened to that special person.
Raging music thundered through the air, the smell of sweaty teenagers hit every being as they entered. Masses of frenzied teenagers pushing, throwing themselves passed us. We shyly averted our eyes from the various drunken teens covering the street like dirty laundry. Music throbbed in our ears as we entered the black building. Though most were creating their own party outside, the small room seemed fit to burst. Full of uninterested looking teenagers, searching for something to do wild and rebellious to do, looking for someone they knew. Taking in our surroundings, I recognized familiar faces in the crowd; walking towards these faces I noticed another, unknown face.
His smile seemed to awaken my senses, my sight, my smell, my taste, my feel. The energized stranger embraced the new arrivals with his upbeat aura. Words seemed to emerge out of his mouth with a comforting sense of assurance. “I’m so happy to meet you!” He shouted over the raging music. The amazing thing was, it was not the fake greeting which people find polite to say, he seemed generally happy to meet me. As the night grew on, unlike others, his face stayed the same. Happy, excited, flawless. His smooth, gleaming mulit-coloured hair stayed perfectly straight. His eyes never lost their mad glint as the people around him became wary.
This was the first time I had met him, in all his beauty. Our friendship grew throughout the next days, weeks, months, Years. Every time we saw each other he would still glow, his purity seemed to wash over everyone he met. His rich hair, his rich eyes, his rich soul seemed to entrance every passerby. The elderly would pause to watch this enthusiastic boy living life like every day was his last. They frowned at the racket he caused, jealous of his livelihood, jealous of his perfected structure. The young would stop and stare, idolizing his joyfulness. We were inseparable, a ‘package deal’. When we were together it was the best times of our lives, we reflected on each other. When one was unhappy, so was the other, when one was excited, the other was even more excited. When we were apart, there was no need to text continuously like every other teenager. We were so close that we didn’t need technology to constantly update our friendship.
As every teenager did, we both changed. He moved from the school he hated, to a school where he would ‘fit in’ more effectively. I went through all the drama that is a teenage girl’s life. The worst had happened, we had drifted apart. It had been months since we had seen each other and weeks since we have spoken. When I did eventually see him again, everything in him that I had previously seen, was gone. He used to be so carefree, soaring through life, making the most out of everything. His glow had evaded him. Fakeness in his eyes, in his mouth, had set in. His eyes were now glinted with judgment in every pigment of image he saw, his mouth was leaking words diluted with fake. He was still generally excited to see me, but we both knew things had changed.
Phone calls began, as we tried to reconnect. Every phone call was unconsciously scripted. Hurtful words, reorganization, apologizing, tears. His voice now stung like a wasp. Unlike a bee, the sting was continuous and refused to die.
The past friendship seemed like a fragment of our imagination, a cloud. Which could blow away at any second; leave us with nothing, so fragile. His presence began to disappear completely. The internal beauty had vanished; his face was now filled with bleak. He had been consumed by the world around him. The face that I once saw as familiar, was now deceased, a stranger to me. There are now times, when I look back and wonder, what happened to that special person.
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---Well, this is a creative writing thing I did for school. I'm just wanting advice and feedback?. This is based on a real person. Who played a bing role in my life.
Cheers guys,
Toni.