Chasing the End

five

Books were my cornerstone in life. I was either writing one of reading one. The thing was, if I didn't find any books that were written the way I liked then I would just write my own. I remember after I read Beautiful by Amy Reed, I was destined to find a book similar to it. I found nothing so I just wrote my own. It was sucky but it was just the way I wanted other books to be.

That seemed to always happen. Whenever I read a book or watch a movie, I get obsessed with that type of category for a few days. For example, after I saw the hunger games, I was obsessed with books and movies about survival for, like, a week. I didn't know if it was just me, but I honestly didn't care if it was just me.

I still couldn't get over the fact that Rider had bought me a camera. I didn't even know what pictures I could take with it. There wasn't much for me to take a picture of. I didn't take selfies; I preferred not to be in photos. I was kind of anti-social.

But back to books; growing up, I had a huge bookshelf in my room filled with books. Of course, after a certain amount of time those books were way below my reading level, so my mom and I gave them away to charity. But soon the bookshelf filled up again. And again, and again, and until the point of time I'm telling you about right now.

The only thing that pissed me off about most books was that they all had a happy ending. I wasn't very happy and to read about girls who are having the time of their lives in a fictional world just made me angry.

Everyone has a happy ending.

Bullshit.

 That's why I loved Beautiful so much. It basically ended with a rumor of her sleeping with someone around the school and everyone hated her. That's the kind of ending I wanted. I honestly don’t even like endings. When things end that means that they don’t continue, they just…end.

“Today we will be doing an activity that helps us build trust,” Leo announced.

My naturally cold skin was covered by a brown sweater, the humid air not warming me up at all.

“You will have a partner and the partner will ask you a question about yourself and you have to answer it.”

“How does this help build trust?” Rider asked.

“You have to trust the person with your information about yourself.”

Everyone scurried around, trying to find a partner. While I just sat on a log, picking at my nails while biting my lip. I hated the activities we had that required a partner. I was the type of person who liked to do everything alone simply because I didn’t want to work with anyone else.

“Do you need a partner?” Rider - who was standing in front of me with his hands in his pockets - asked.

I nodded he sat down next to me, resting his elbows on his knees. I pulled one of my knees of to my chest and dug the heel of my boot into the log to keep it there.

“Okay. What is your favorite board game?” he questioned.

“Are you serious?” I giggled.

“Well, I don’t know what else to ask.”

“I have a question,” I started. “Will you remember me in ten years?”

He looked at me and thought about it for a minute. “Maybe.”

I shoved him slightly. “Be serious.”

“Alright, alright. Definitely. Are you going to remember me?”

“I think it’s going to be harder for me to forget you then it will be to remember you.”