#4 in teen fiction
"Life is a one time offer, use it well."
Nope. Doesn't work for me that way. Wish, it could.
Mark Geller is a seventeen year old teenager with perfect grades, perfect life plans, perfect home, perfect family and a perfect best fr...
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Mark's POV
"Déjà vu?" they all said in unison.
I had a strange feeling of doom in my stomach. Things were resurfacing in my mind, but they were so foggy they seemed almost like immemorial. I felt weary and restless and was getting a burning sensation in my upper torso, followed by chills and weird kind of nausea. It was a feeling you would get when you see a pizza flying or an elephant jumping on your head. God, why do Ihavesuch stupid thoughts in the weirdest times!?
Emilia was the first one to break that thick sheet of silence "Mark, I think sometimes you need to give yourself pep talks like- I should try to behave normally, I have miles to go et cetera and should try not to see everything negatively."
"Great, just great! Now my own sister thinks that I am nuts." I scoffed, half not believing her and half thinking what did I do for having such mortified fate?
Jeannette looked amused, when this situation was not even close to amusing. Well, Jean will stay Jean; weird and more weirder. Bitting her inner cheek, she said "Mark, we don't know what you are thinking but just remember: waiting for life to throw beautiful colours at you randomly is not possible, you need to fight with that bitch and snatch your own colours."
I haven't protested about her idea, I thought. Giving her a erratic look, I went on to grab the car keys; this time making sure to keep them safe with me.
But a concerned expression covered her face and her eyes turned towards mine, as if asking if it was related to my dream. But I shook my head, I mean who kind of idiot would say to their best friend "Yeah, all the clues are leading that you'll die today." And what was I supposed to say, when I, myself didn't even knew if anything was right?
Overlooking our recent conversation, we headed towards my car. The thing that felt awkward was that Dash didn't even say a word. I guess his stupidity was growing on me.
This time I was seated on the driver's seat, Jean beside me. Emilia and Dash at the back; not to forget Dash still busy on his phone.
All of the sudden Dash got frustrated, "Guys! What is the meaning of Déjà vu? I am trying to search up but this goddamn phone is not cooperating at this moment."
We all laughed at his stupidity; as if we saw a bunch of terrorist doing monkey dance or as if we saw Santa cycling on road in a black suit or as if we saw a fly doing a moonwalk. Okay, I may stop now.
Taking advantage of the moment, a smirk made its way to my face, "Don't let your mind wander Dash, it's too small to be let out itself."
Still laughing on Dash's grumpy face we headed towards Islands of Adventure!The place which I once wanted to visit but now never again were the words on my mind.