The Boredom Book

Chapter 3

As I walk home from the bus stop I decided to take the long way home. When I got off the bus I walked down, past all of the house, to where the Charlie Creek was, my school bag heavy against my back. As I walk down the road I pass a playground, abandoned, with no children going down the old yellow metal slide, or kids swinging on the monkey bars. It was becoming engulfed in weeds with little purple flowers and vines. When I was in elementary school, my old friends and I used to come and play here. We would run around, play tag or even hide and seek sometimes even though there was almost nowhere to hide. That was in third grade. everyday after school we would come and meet here, but then once we got into fifth grade slowly people stopped showing up.

"Shai, you need to get over this, we are not in third grade anymore, we are to old to play on a playground."

my friend Rachel had told me. I was heartbroken. I knew we were getting older but I didn't think us hanging out together would stop. Once we hit middle school we stopped talking to each other altogether. I had no friends. I would sit alone at lunch,by myself watching kids laugh and have fun with each other. I felt like an outcast. No one would talk to me, I was the weirdo no one wanted to be around. People stopped talking to me so I stopped talking to them. I didn't say a single word my entire eighth grade year. It has been this way ever since. Now at least I have Hillary and Natalie. I continue walking and I finally reach the creek. I walk over to the sign that says "Dedicated to Charlie Niles, 2004-2008. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I hadn't thought about this, how I would be leaving what I have left of Charlie behind.I walk over to the creeks bed and kick off my shoes, take off my socks and put my feet in the warm, clear water. I sink my toes down into the clay filled sand, doing so made it puff up and flow away with the current. I look down at the water and see my reflection and the surface of the water start to move. I hadn't realized I was crying. I sit there with my head in my hands sobs ripping through my throat. He had been gone 7 years now but it still felt like yesterday, waiting in the alcohol smelling waiting room at the hospital. I didn't know that my brother had already passed but when my mom came out sobbing and alone I knew something wan't right. When I finally took my head out of my hands I could see the sun starting to set already. I must have been there for at least an hour. I start to walk home along the creek's edge, the skying becoming multiple shades of pinks, oranges and reds. It was beautiful. When I finally get home the sky is dark, the stars out looking like little jewels. I walk into my home, say hello to my parents and then go to bed. Just one more week and you'll be done with this life.