Lets just say that this script is a random story with a touch of reality and and lot of imagination, comments are welcome and so are suggestions. I have the end and the start, the journey within however is a blur yet to be revealed and I would know it just as new as you would.
Part 1
‘Ah!’ I sighed deeply as the stillness of the sky began to tranquil me. From the past week psychology had been frying up my mind. ‘It’s just a case research...hmm’ I shook my head, trying to get all the dullness away. It was now all day sitting on the roof trying to let in some ideas. But yes it was pretty much in vain. Hanging my head, I finally decided to shut off my laptop’s lid and take a walk. Perhaps I needed a mental reboot and then may be start over. While I was unsure where to get my mind right, something struck in my mind and I began to walk towards the lawn next to the library. I just wanted to get to library, lawn hardly mattered. My steps were heavy and I was pushing myself against my might but stairs were seeming like a never ending paradox. ‘Why outside of the library?’ you may ask; okay fine, confession; I had a crush on the girl who was usually sitting on the front table, tangled into her stupid math. Damn she was cute, and I was surely into her. Meanwhile my hefty walk had finally landed me on the turf. I sat there as I realized I was early, and so had to wait for her to come; ‘Why does the time always oppose us. When we need it fly by… It stays; and when we wish for it to stay, it keeps on slipping away…’ My thoughts were loud and I was getting restless seeing the chair unoccupied as often I looked over my shoulder. Unknowingly I was pulling the tufts out of the ground. They were wet, when I suddenly began noticing them closely. They were still in good touch, surviving the early winter. Grass was all stiff and green, all sorts of green but lush. Holding on their tips, little drops of morning dews, mirroring the cold glimmers of sun and transforming them nothing droplets into pearls. Quite an enchanting scene. Serene enough to poise away all the tempestuous thoughts. Just about ideal for me.
‘How beautiful!’ I murmured to myself while steadily shutting my eyes but it was not long before my own chuckles refreshed my senses. I began to realize some body, veiled behind that oak tree was peeking up on me. ‘Hey…! Anybody There? ‘I pitched up my voice in an interrogating tone. I added further trying to be polite this time ‘I can see your shadow! Why don’t you come out?’ Narrowing my eyes in curiosity; I began to focus on the blur image of that was starting to reveal from beyond the shedding rain of dead leaves. While he slowly dragged his body out of the cover an intense orchestra of trouncing noises began to quiver through the air. It was the sound of crumbling parched oak leaves, being fragmented by his heavy walk. I had never seen him before. I knew much of the Union High, but he was somewhat an alien to me. ‘Hey boy! What’s up? Umm… You need anything’ I asked in a flat tone with my eyes revolving, trying to avoid freaking him out; like if he wasn’t already! Whereas I was trying to converse with him, he seemed fairly lost. Unable to answer any of my questions. Even the simplest of those that hardly demanded his name were left unreturned. He was like statuette of curiosity who was flawless in not shattering the suspense. Who was he and what did he want? Leaving his eyes wide, he just stared at me. His probing eyes were incisive. Like I had something of him and he so desperately wanted it back. Awkward silence. Never ending. I was just looking at him with a skeptic smile trying to figure out a lot of whats about him. Until finally the figurine moved, raising his hand he pointed right at my face and uttered in a mourning voice ‘that…!’’ What!’ I replied immediately, fearing his inevitably impending quietness. ‘I want that!’ he again spoke up. His words were clearly wounded. I was trying to figure out what I had of him. Nothing. What was he looking at? Perhaps I should have asked him, before he with his sluggish walk was lost behind the trees, this time he had me staring at him. Even though the moments with him were brief, his eyes were so searching that I was left combing my pockets for some time.
