Sudden life changing things happen to everyone, every single one of us is destined to become someone, ''to make it'' is what you might think if you have been sucked in todays era of television shows, movies and all other types of media we have. But if you just stopped for a second and took a look around yourself, thought about every single person you know, however much you know about them, you would soon find yourself struggling to find their success story. Moms will always say that their children are their dreams come true and husbands will say the same to their wifes.. for a while at least.
Sooner or later we all realize that the world indeed does not spin around us, in fact, it could spin just fine if we were to just.. disappear. Life really couldn't be much more simple than it is: you go to school, you graduate, you go to college, you work, you get married, you get a kid or two, you get old and finally you die. That is the way things work when we close our eyes to everything around us and just keep our focus on our lives, our well being.
We all strive to be someone, to make it and most of us stop striving by putting our dreams in a second scenario at first and it goes lower after that. Most people don't want to become old while they are young, but no one wants to die, so you probably will.
Now that I have said all that I wish to tell you that this story is about me, this is my unordinary, but probably not so special story. An odd thing happened to me and that one thing caused me to leave my life behind and head into unknown. And for the record, my name is Thomas Thiensar.
Day started as any other - with me woken up by the knock at my door, taking shower, eating the breakfast that my mom had made and driving to school with my father. On my way to school we, as usual, listened to one of the cheesy old rock stations my father was keen on. I never really understood the appeal, not because it was too old, I could appreciate the art, but because most of the rock culture was built upon drugs, alcohol and rage, I did agree on some of the messages the songs portrayed, just... not in the execution. I have never spoken about it with my father though, we didn't talk much at all... he tried, but we didn't really have much in common.
I was born with different color eyes - blue and green, now that I am seventeen and our culture is so obsessed with looking different, by displaying their personality in their special style most people just assume that I am wearing eye lenses and do not ask no questions. And I genuinely prefer that over the faked show of interest.
Jake wasn't at school today so I spent most of the day with Jonathan. He could not stop talking about the newest ''Star Wars'' movie and I could not care less about it. I had watched all of the old ones and while I really enjoyed them they didn't really blew my mind. I assumed that it must be because I am not an 80's kid, at that time it was the first major breakthrough in the sci-fi world on big screens. And Jonathan had a real talent on over exagerating the most primitive concepts.
Last lesson was math, I as usual was the first to finish my work, snapped it and sent to the rest of the class before I headed out. Being smart had given me a pass from bullying in a way, it didn't hurt me to share the answers, I didn't care that much.
After grabbing coffee from the cafe I was at the bus stop, around this time my mom would usually pick me up, but she was late. I tried calling, but her phone was off, same with father even though it made sense in his case, must be in a meeting or something. After a while I was starting to feel uneasy, I figured that I should probably walk home, it was around a half hour of walking, that wasn't my concern. I left the dirty bus stop, with the old concrete that had breaks and grass peaking out of it. The whole stop itself was written with phrases and symbols on every free stop. A mess so chaotic that it looked beautiful.
I soon was near home, walking through the off town road that went through the woods. There were fairly fresh tire marks that were not from any of our cars, these were way too wide and whoever was driving had been in a hurry.
Taking the last leap in the road and that's when I saw it. My house was on fire, immediately I was running, not even realizing it. There were tears flooding through my eyes, my fathers car was outside the house, not in the garage, but he was nowhere near to be seen. The flames had grown too high already, Left side of the house was already starting to collapse in. I just stood there - helpless, emotionless on the freshly cut lawn that I had cut this Sunday, smell was still there, mixed with the smell of burnt wood.
I have no idea for how long had I been standing there, but I hadn't noticed the firemen arriving till someone was asking me if I'm okay, telling me that everything is going to be alright and guiding me towards a black car, while comforting me. She was saying something about my parents... or grandparents, I didn't hear most of it and simply nodded to whatever she was saying. I made a couple of steps and suddenly everything flickered white and black till someone shut the lights and I was out.
