Disparate Journey

Chapter 1: A Flashback To Past

                          "I'm past patiently waitin'. I'm passionately smashin' every expectation. Every action's an act of creation. I'm laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow. For the first time, I'm thinkin' past tomorrow"

-Alexander Hamilton, My Shot

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Four years ago, every bit of the issue began. Both of our names, Ashley Hamspton and Irene May Foster, were widespread throughout the school if it weren't for the cheat sheet and tumbling down the escalator. I verily didn't need nor welcome the cheap attentions.

Unlike me, there was good in the bad for Irene .Her parents had to ease the grief or distress in her that everything should be fine since she fulfilled their requirement, scoring the examination. Granting the love that she craved before, by contenting them and proving that she could take the 'Straight A's challenge'.

Relatives brought along some chocolate, a bouquet of flower or card written 'May you be happy' while visiting. Whereas Lewis had no alternative beside texting her the same thing like the cards given. He had a violin competition and stressed out because he desired the triumph.

We all know that violin is the hardest instrument to play, demanding just like piano. Vivaldi's piece, Concerto in A Minor, was his all time favourite and played during the competition as a soloist. Fortunately, he won and held the school's best violinist ever for years.

All of us actually went to a school of music. I took textile design area in Art, Crafts and Design whereas both of them took Music. Lewis, I believed his father wanted him to be a professional musician. Irene joined the choir, rather than opera because she concerned that people could notice her straining.

I loved the school and tried to prevent negativity from impacting my future. Even so, I failed but my 19 year old self would have thanked the 15 year old Ashley. What I mean by, giving up would lead me astray from cheerfulness.

Music is a let-out to tension. I admired Lewis playing the instruments gracefully, especially harp. And from far, Irene leered at me sharply, summoning jealousy inside her.As we made eye contact, her dark brown eyes averted to the other side.

Bitterness in sweets are normal. Throughout the world, millions gained happiness after going through different stages of storms. So, I didn't really see why I should be a spineless coward. Soon or later, the talking would stop.

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Since we're talking about this topic, I would like to send virtual hugs and myself to all the ones in need. The ones who are in sorrow, misery, wrath, I understand those feelings. Being deluded, abused or anything, battle against it. Battle for your life, to feel sweetness of it.

We mean something to the world, but not all of us know why or what. The purpose of your life matter, don't wipe out your existence. Instead, live your life to the fullest even in misery, a smile's worth a gold.

Not much care about it, they say a smile is nothing. Little do they know, a smile with a meaning behind it can melt one's heart. They don't, because for all they care are wealth, fame and power. They are the ones who terrorize the Earth.

We're supposed to plant seeds and sow them, that can be done the same to be happy. But the nature is destroyed. Vegan or not, together we be one- doing our best to protect. Poaching, deforestation, pollution and so else must be come to an end.