Adoleszenz

The Oak

sorry that the end is really bad and rushed.

had very little time to finish it. 

sorry. :)

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Melcanne:

"Top to bottom?" I whispered in Moritz's ear. He looked around, checking that no-one was watching, then whispered back, "Everything." I ran out the class room, after hearing his reply, too the library, ready to start on the essay. I was hoping to give it to him at our picnic, tonight at the oak. The sooner he read it, the sooner he'd understand, and the sooner the dreams would stop...

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"Melcanne, darling!" Frau Gabor called from the kitchen, whist preparing mine and Moritz's Friday picnic, up by the oak. Pies, fruit, drinks. "I've finished the picnic, for tonight. Come down, child. Four-thirty!" Thank goodness I had finished the essay for Moritz. I'd been working on it since lunchtime, been writing more and more of it during lessons. I had have time to get ready early, changing from a horrible school dress, to my new blue and white flower dress, recently cut short with a lace trimming. Mutter wouldn't be impressed, but Moritz wouldn't mind. I packed Moritz's essay in my school bag, including the sixty lines of Homer from school, to do up at the oak, and skipped down stairs, smiling, making my way to the kitchen. When she saw me, she smiled a motherly smile, and didnt seem to notice my dress.

"Okay Melcanne, here you go," Mutter passed me a small basket, full of food. "I've packed a blanket for you, too."

"Oh... Moritz is bringing a blanket to sit on." I told her, but she chuckled, answering, "It never hurt anyone to have to picnic blankets, Melcie! Now its almost twenty-five minutes to five, so make your way up now." she ordered, turning to start cooking her's and Varter's dinner. He'd be home from the factory soon.

"Okay, Mutter. Thank you again for making the picnic." I beamed at her. "Melcanne, I make your picnic every Friday. Now go, and have a lovely time." So I skipped to the front door, and walked outonto the streets.

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Moritz:

When I had gotten far enough up the hill, to get to the oak, I saw Melcie kneeling down, opening a wicker basket, and taking out a red blanket. I thought I was bringing the blanket this time... I ran towards her, exited as I always was to see her. "MELCIE" She looked in my direction and her face, too, lit up. Just like it did everytime we came up here...

(It has been almost fifteen years since we first met on the oak. When Melcie and I were still infants, our parents took us on a picnic, up on the hill, overlooking our town, and presented me to her, and her to me. Too young to run around, we just looked at each other, and that was the first time we ever met. Other picnics followed, and more talk of marriage followed too, but mine and Melcie's friendship grew stronger and stronger, and the thought of our marriage grew dimmer and dimmer.)

"Moritz!" "Melcie!" Hugs. Smalltalk. Essay given. Both beaming. On the grass,zwei decken.Then talk, eat, company. Just like it always was. Just the way we liked it... Then "Melcie, Im still very sorry for getting you hurt today, it was all my fault!" I burst out in one go, taking her, and myself, by surprise. She looked at me calmly, put down the piece of bread she was holding, and looked straight into my eyes.

"Moritz, what happened today isn't important. Its just society. You doubt them, and they start to bark and hound you, until every word you say is just something bad about you. You think and its suspect, you have money and its your idol. Nothing is correct, unless its scripted in their Holy Book. Wars get made and its wisdom. Today's incident truly shows the injustice in today's society, and this is the society I will spend my adult life trying to beat." She stood up slowly, still looking at me. "I will make everything okay. More girls get education, free speech, free to be yourself, and thats just too name a few." She stood like a leader, spoke so passionately about the truth, then she just turned around, like she was giving up. I chased after her, and saw her leaning on the other side of the oak. She no longer looked like the strong, sure and confident Melcanne Gabor I knew and loved. This stranger was staring at her feet, a single tear rolling down her cheak. She looked like and poor and broken girl, all dreams shattered. When Mecie's sad, Im anxious.  

I didnt say anything, I just held my arms out, and she walked into them, being enveloped in a hug. "You can do it, Melcie." I whispered in her ear. I pushed her and heald her at arms length. "We can beat them together, if Im wanted." I cheerfully said, a small smile painted on my face. Still not looking at me, she mumbled something about the sixty lines of Homer, and we returned to the blankets, ate a little more, finished the homework, and packed up before the sun had set. Normally, we'd be running around like mad people after homework, playing Pirates or Tag, until our mothers came calling for us. Tonight, she wasn't in the mood. Anytime she talks about her future, she gets sad, putting herself down, thinking she will change nothing and everything she does would be for nothing. 

                          Why did I say anything? Moritz, your father is right. You are an idiot.