well really it will be tomorow, i think im going to write a story about a person. a hero, who is fataly endowed with the power to fail. his life isnt all failure, but he fails when it matters most, but the problem with it is that its all just his own mental depression that causes him to think he is a failure.
"Ivan O'Mally?", the young woman began to speak, "Mr. O'Mally, im talking to you here."
The boy looked up, or should i say i looked up, but I was not so much a boy as I was a man, but even still I was lacking the vital years to be called a man. His dirty blonde hair gleamed in the sunlight, his deep green eyes sparkled as the began to dilate to the sudden amount of sun glaring at them. My thoughts ran amok in my daydreaming state. Was i truly talking about myself in the third person? "huh?" I said in a half-asleep voice, "sorry, I must have dosed off."
"The hell you did, i've been looking all over for you you know?" she said in a slightly displeased but vaguely triumphant voice, "your harder to find than one of those new vampire books, i swear."
"Oh its just you Chizaru. You could have just called my name you know," Ivan said.
Chizaru was an exchange student from Japan, she had good posture, good study habits and a decent amount of money. Why she had come to america in the first place was beyond me. But i discarded these thoughts because deep down, whether it was unbenounced to me, or if i knew them, i had liked this girl from the first day i saw her. She was standing up in front of the class being introduced by our teacher, and maybe it was the sunlight glinting off her gorgeous green eyes that caused my heart to melt or maybe it was her genuoine innoscence that made her so much more inviting that got me. Which it was, i couldnt tell you. Nor would i want to. You see i was one of the few people that actually talked to her that first day and actually wanted to do it. maybe thats why she even still hangs out with me, because with her looks she could have easily gained entrance to the popular crowd. As i said before, she had green eyes, long dark brown hair, a skin tone that wasnt pale but wasnt dark either, she always had a smile on her face, and she was always dressed so perfectly even in the slob town of monroe in which she was currently attending school.
"what time is it?" i cooly asked.
"Its time for you to stop being so damn lazy." she replied with a edge of anger in her voice, "if you would just apply yourself more i know you could be an excellent student, but instead you spend your time day-dreaming under the sun propped up on a tree."
"whats wrong with wanting to relax, or for that matter whats wrong with the sun or trees?" i retorted with just enough sarcasm to make her mad. I had a habit of using to much sarcasm when i would talk to people.
"nothing, its just sad to see you fail at something that you could easily attain if you only tried just a little harder." she said as she regained her cool, "C'mon, im going to teach you how to study and maybe get over your bad streak," she continued with a renewed vigor that couldnt be easily beaten by someone as laid back as myself.
"Fine," i replied. "but im not going to enjoy it." And to let out a little secret, i was happy she asked. Even though we often squabbled over things like this, i truly did think i was in love. I had been hanging out with Chizaru for almost a year now, but i was so nervous i would mess something up if i asked her out, that i always held my tongue when an opportunity may have arrised. but i was slowly gaining the confidence i would need to ask her out, and in turn, make my own life miserable. or so i thought.
"Its school, who said you would enjoy it," she said with one of those smiles that let me know she was going to enjoy this.
I got up, although it took me a second as i felt the muscles and bones in my body pop as i rose. oooo thats not good, i thought to myself. As she began to walk off away from the tree that had been my resting spot for the last two hours, i looked at my cell phone and groaned as i saw that it was 3:30. I groaned because i had missed my last two classes, which was not the problem. the Problem was more the fact that i was going to get bitched at tomorow. Oh well i sighed. and i followed after Chizaru in my still semi-asleep stupor.
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