The Fifth Trial

Prologue: A Cliché Beginning.

The Fifth Trial: A Novel Written by alisdaireveur

A Cliché Beginning.

If I say that I fell in love with a mysterious girl who doesn’t seem so mysterious, would it be considered as another literary cliché? Because first of all, she acts like a normal seventeen year old who wears normal clothes, gets into trouble, dyes her hair, cracks up like a whining horse and she’s surrounded by her “circle of friends”. The only thing that made her enigmatic is that the people around us said that she was some kind of a hoe for being caught sleeping with her fifty year old chemistry professor. That is what these bunch of asses thinks, but I knew better.

I once heard from a particular person that she doesn’t want to fall in love because everything that falls breaks. But if I were her? I would fall over and over again so that I could break over and over again. Life is a circle—there is a cycle that has been going on forever. It’s actually great when someone breaks your heart, for you can find another human being to fix it. If that person breaks it again, then find another one to fix it for the second time. Life is full of chances.

The truth is I never really believed in the power of infinity sign. It doesn’t symbolize the endlessness of anything. Nothing is permanent in this world. The girl I love once asked me what my favorite shape is. I said it’s a circle because it is the epitome of being boundless. Confusion was plastered all over her face when I muttered the few words of my answer and then she asked me once again: “Why prefer a circle when you can have an eight?” Right then and there, I instantly knew what she was talking about.

They say once is enough, but I say two is never too much—one can always give a second chance for a second love. They say that thrice is stupidity for one can never agree with being the third wheel. And then when you reach the fourth try, you must be high. Sadly, I wasn’t one of the “they” population because I would undergo the fifth trial. She wasn’t one of them, either. The whole Monopoly society knows there are lots of these orange cards in one part of the board game.

There’s this one fact that I want to tell the whole world. I want them to know that nobody hates clichés. In fact, they love it so much that they think they loathe it. Readers say that they hate stories where a jock meets a nerd and they fall in love. But the reality is they want it because it is something that they don’t have—similar to having something they don’t want. Face it, these book geeks are the biggest nerds so they are somehow “bitter” about it. And then there are the movie lovers. They despise a popular-artist-met-a-normal-person-and-they-fell-in-love-and-live-happily-ever-after type of film when the truth is they crave it so much to happen. Look, I know it’s hard to find a good-looking partner in real life. Come on.

Maybe my life is another chestnut because I grew up. That is not something which interests the mankind. But then, what is wrong with being mainstream if that led me to the most exceptional girl I’ve ever met?

Too overused.