Change Your Fate

Chapter X

March 2008

Jade's POV

"Can you explain it again? I wasn't listening," Ania, aka the most beautiful girl in the entire school said. Normally Mrs. Harper would be mad for not listening but not at Ania. Not at her. Nobody in this world could get mad at Ania, she is literally an angel. All the boys are crazy about her because she is ridiculously gorgeous, all the girls love her because she has an amazing, genuine personality and all the teachers love her because she's a perfect student.

And I love her because she asked that question. I wasn't really listening myself.

"Of course, Ania. Basically, what I want you all to do is express what love is to you. It can be a poem, a drawing, a song, a shortstory ... anything. It can be anything, I just need you to tell me what love is, in your own way. Don't be afraid to be creative. What is the number one thing I told you not to forget?" Mrs Harper looks at all of us.

"Creativity is an excuse to be yourself." the whole class quotes Mrs. Harper, which has in full honesty become my motto. When someone tells you to be creative, they're actually telling you to express yourself.

The final bell rings, indicating we can go home. A couple of Hallelujas are heard throughout the classroom and the teacher rolls her eyes. "Don't forget, your assignment is due tomorrow."

Some of us hang around the school for a while but I head home almost immediately. I need to get a good grade on this or else I will fail this class. I haven't been doing too well this semester.

When I get home, I notice mom hasn't come home from work yet. Sometimes I feel lonely in this house, especially after my brother got married and moved away. There's no one here for me to ask help to. For an instance, if my brother was here, I'd ask for his opinion on this assignment. He's the smart one, always has been. I'll just have to do it on my own.

What is love?

What a weird question. Love ... love can be so many things. Both good and bad. There are different types of love. But how can I describe that affection? How can I truly describe love in general?

What is love in general?

Why do I ask myself so many questions? Dear God.

Opening my laptop, I close my eyes and rest my hands against the keyboard. I love the feeling of it against my hands. I think of all the movies about love I've seen, all the poems I read, all the songs I heard, ...

My eyes open as I begin typing.

When I say the word "Love" most people immediately imagine a heart. That's because love is a feeling your heart sends through your body and mind when you are with or think of someone or something. That's what I always thought love was. A feeling. When in reality, it's so much more.

He was sitting on a bench at school, his gaze was always on the same person, the same girl. She was the only thing he thought of during school and when he got home. He thought of her smile and how her smile made him feel warm inside. He thought of her green eyes and how they sparkled when she smiled. He thought of her and only her. He was utterly in love with her. Eventually, they got together. And it was the best thing to ever happen to both of them. Never had they felt this feeling. A feeling so strong their body and mind didn't function. All that functioned was their heart. After they graduated, he asked her to marry him and she said yes, with all her heart. She was his whole world and he loved her so much. He didn't know what he'd do without her. She was the reason of his happiness. She was his everything. Then one day, she found out she was carrying his child. Never had she felt such joy, she cried for hours. Him and her. They'd be together forever. She told him to wait for her at the park, to tell him the good news. She told him not to go anywhere til she arrived. She said she'd be there soon. But on her way, her life ended. She didn't see it coming. She didn't see the car coming. Suddenly, she was gone. She layed there on the ground, bleeding and the last thing that flashed in front of her eyes was his smile. He didn't believe it, won't believe it. He was mentally ill. But although his mind wasn't working correctly, his heart was. He went to her funeral, but he didn't believe it. He packed all her belongings, but he didn't believe it. She was forever gone, his world, his everything, was forever gone. But he didn't believe it. He went to the park and sat there on the bench, and waited for her. He waited for her for hours until a police officer approached him and asked him what he was doing. "Waiting for my love." was his answer. "She will be here soon." he said as the officer left. He waited for her. He fell asleep and when he woke up, he waited for her. Day and night passed, yet he waited for her. He was hungry, but he didn't need food. He needed her. She told him not to go anywhere until she arrived, so he didn't. He waited for her. She was gone.Yet he waited.

Love is waiting for someone who will never come.

It's not a masterpiece but I think it expressed the way I feel about 'love'. That was so hurtful though. Maybe one day I'll find that person. That person worth waiting for.