A young boy feed up with "life" suddenly tells all he knows to go "Fuck off." And begins to talk to some new people, experiencing new things, and new feelings.
Chris, 14, from Nevada with no regards for authority is your typical IDFC teen, but with...
Dairy Entry 108~12/27/17 I'm unsure what to write today. I got no sleep last night, it was far to bright in my room; but it's fine. I'm bored, and there's nothing to do. TBH I'd go outside, but's it's not like a have "friends." Sure I sit with some fake ass Barbie bitches and a rat at lunch, but their not my friends. We have nothing in common. Nothing... ———————————————————————— •Narrators POV• It was a cold, soundless night in the city that day. No children still playing in the streets. No families listening to festive music in the sprit of the holiday season; nothing. The stars were out, but only a few. The Little Dipper wasn't visible and the North Star was never so dim. Chris sat a his window seal staring plainly into the flickering streetlight. Self reflectingy everything and nothing at the same time. Wondering why screens on windows were a thing, because they obstructed the sky. Placing a obstacle between him and it's aesthetic beauty. While thinking of nothing simultaneously. His room was empty. With only a white sheeted bed shoved into the corner, a small bed side table with only a black desk lamp, and a few light 'round his window. Chris' room was minimalist without effort. Only empty due to his lack to things, and lack of money to buy those things with. Chris only lived with his father, his older brothers had all graduated and left the house; and for good reason. This house was not a home, nor was there father ever there. Lovely and caring yes, but there no. Always gone working some job just to scape up quarters. He's dad never really did understand Chris. He was an older gentlemen who believed woman stay in the home while the men work. Chris' father also thought he was just a little tomboyish, since Chris only grew up with brother and no close female friends. Oh was he wrong. He still sat at the window thinking, reluctant to return to school. A place appropriately called by Chris,"The Hell Hole." There was nothing welcoming about its gates. Nothing interesting to learn(if you call sitting and staring blankly at a board learning). And not one single person that cared for Chris. The moon was raised over the houses one by one. Inch by inch, moment by moment. It rose with a bright white brilliance surrounding it, slowly illuminating the room. Coming through the window, through the now half closed blinds, in glowing beams. Chris look up a final time, put his hands under his chin, and when to sleep. ——————————————————————— Dairy Entry 109~12/28/17~12:16am You represent nothing, you say nothing. But you make my feel something. Alive, real, and present. Plain and white. Complex and unique. Look closely and you can see your flaws. Craters filled with emptiness, but still shining with stunning white brilliance.
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———————————————————————— Fun Fact: Chris' favorite insult is "rat"
Thx for reading! I tried to keep it short, and interpretive. Ya know not to give away anything good or important to soon. Hoped you enjoyed. Byeee! ~한 현민
