Remember This Boy?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Are you this boy? Or do you remember this boy?
(Actually I just used a boy cos it seemed right... Doesn't matter if you're a girl)

Submitted: November 11, 2011

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You sit in the leather seats of the flashy new sports car. You love its lithe, graceful silver body. The way it glides through the streams of traffic so perfectly. You sit back and fantasize telling all your friends about it. You imagine their jealous looks and surprised look. You smile.

You spot a boy through the window as your car nears the school. The boy has short brown hair and olive green eyes. He stares down at the muddy pavements as he walks. It's rained hard last night and there are puddles everywhere.

You rememeber that boy. You remember the boy very well, but he was insignificant, so insignificant you can't even remember his name. That's the boy who you laughed at because he cried during the two minute silence last year. That's the boy who's always begging to you to borrow books. You charge him for it. It's only fair.

That's the boy whose Mum doesn't collect him for ages. That's the boy who stays after school until six and still has to walk home on his own.

That's the boy who no one likes. He's a loner. He cries. He's a wimp. You take advantage of him because you like the feeling of power.

That's the boy who can't afford anything good. Everything he owns is second-hand or borrowed. Anytime he gets anything remotely good to him (usually cheap stuff) you watch his angry and guilty face when it 'accidentally' slips from your hand and breaks, or anytime you borrow it, it turns into junk.

He looks so fragile, so weak. You smile, examining the sports car again. You know that you're destined for better things than he'll ever achieve. You have everything. You're rich. You get anything. Nothing's impossible.

You ask your Dad to 'slide skillfully into a parking space'. Your Dad smiles knowingly, unable to resist showing off. He skids straight into a puddle. A shower of water rain over the boy, who cowers and stares dismally at his soaked bag and uniform. You see your book wet and muddy. You smile, you can charge him more for that and blame him to the teachers.

--------- 15 years later ---------

You have a job. A pretty decent job. There's not a lot of money in for you, but it's a big company. You may only be a lowly worker, but you are still part of the company. You're quite pleased about it, but you feel a little bit angry, a little bit disappointed. You thought you were destined for better.

The boss of the company is coming tonight. An important meeting after work that you are too lowly to join in. You admire the boss, and you feel jealous too. It should be you in that place.

You walk slowly towards your car. You remember your Dad's sports car from donkey's years ago. You smile grimly to yourself. That's all in the past now. Now all you have is... You look at the second-hand Volkswagen. It works, but you think a sports car suits you better.

You sigh to yourself, thinking of the empty little flat that awaits your return. You rememeber that you once thought you could get anything you want. You shake your head.

Then, a limo glides down the road, slowing down to turn into the office car park. It's rained hard last night and puddles were everywhere.

The limo's wheels splash straight through a puddle. A shower of dirty water rain down on you. You groan and look down at your suit and the sheets of paper in your hands. They were important for work. Now they were ruined.

As you look down you suddenly notice the tainted windows of the limo had rolled down. And his face peered right out of it. The same brown hair, the same olive green eyes.... It was him, no doubt about it, and he sat there in the limo, staring at you with the same shock on his face as you had on yours. It was No-Name, and with shock and horror you suddenly have the feeling that he's the boss coming to the meeting...

He was the man you were jealous of. The man who you were jealous of. The man who was a multi-billionaire and ran a successful company which had gone global. The man in the limo. The man you were working for.

He was the boy you had laughed at. He was the boy who you charged money for borrowing books. He was the wimp. The boy who cried. The boy so poor he practically lived on charity. The boy who no one liked.

15 years ago, you sat in the sports car, the puddle soaked the boy through.

15 years later, he sits in the limousine, the puddle soaks you through.

The sky is grey. Blank. It refused to show an opinion.

It had rained hard last night, and puddles were everywhere.

 


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