Maybe We'll Meet Again

INTRO:

I’m Grace Mathews and this is the story of my life. I have learned during life that it seems people change although we don’t change, nothing does change really, we just find our inner selves. You might say the weather can change though, but that’s a longer story and to be honest I would rather get on with this one. But there’s theories in my life that are still unanswered and may nether be answered or understood so their quite frankly better off that way. I still wonder what is the point of life, the world, everything really because everything must come to an end, but then what would be the point of just living to die, yes we live to make better lives for the future but then the future lives will just go on the same and we are stuck in this great nether ending circle of life. If we live forever it would be horrible but what would be the point of living to die. Is there more? Is there something after all of this? I don’t know, and I nether will because it’s impossible to KNOW anything, but I want to and then I don’t because if I was supposed to I would but I don’t so I’m not supposed to. I believe everything happens for a reason. Some people just don’t understand me, but that’s their loss, they will nether see the true beauty of nature that I see. Now I am human of course so there is times I cannot resist the temptation and futuristic life like watching TV, but deep down inside it’s just not me. So do we reincarnate but loose our memory, if we do I want to remember who I am, I couldn’t stand thinking of me being one of those snobby teenagers who get up to loads of crap in their free time and don’t even spend a second to think about life or just zone out. I zone out a LOT. Is this all just one big test full of mini ones? Life is full of ‘if’s and ‘great perhaps’s as said in my second favourite book “looking for Alaska” and ‘theory’s as I like to call them. I like to read, I nether used to until I read “The fault in our stars” and now I’m a collector of all the John Green books. I love stories like that, I love quotes too and learning how other people think of life and everything. I hate school, but not for the reasons the typical teenagers do. I hate school because it’s just a waste of time due to what I want to do. I want to tell everyone (and I mean everyone) what I think about life, and if they knew they’d understand, the world would be such a different place. I want to live life the old way, but way further back than the Victorian times, I want to go back to when we were more like monkeys, Homo sapiens. Where there wasn’t even clothes, haha I know what you’re thinking, but imagine how much nature there would’ve been, no man made skyscrapers. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy learning, I find it so interesting how wrong everybody is about life. But I guess in this generation if I want to succeed in what I want to do It would benefit and help me by getting good school grades, so if I have to do it this way I will. I don’t believe in science, it’s just a sad way of an excuse to call life. Some aspects of science might be right but overall I hate it, disagree with it. I just believe in magic because at the end of the day science explains far but not to the end, end. Like, it makes sense but the explanation of sense will eventually stop and there is no answer anymore so the only answer left to give is, magic.

START:

I woke up to the delightful warm sun shining through my window. “so”, my mother said at the table stuffing her mouth with waffles covered in golden syrup, “you doing any afterschool activities today.”

“I have study class,” I replied trying to sneak some waffle under the table for Elle my Border collie sheepdog.

“Did you do your homework?” my dad asked giving me a look of ‘no you didn’t, get it done’

“Yes actually, well half of it. I was too busy getting Willow ready for the big show” I pleaded for him to let me off the hook. Willow was my horse, and my best friend.

“Well you’d better finish it off then, quick because the bus is going to be here soon. And you can bathe Ellie tonight as punishment too.”

“What! No, I can’t, the show is tonight and I have study class, dad!”