The Kingdom of Life

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
My adventures of Homecoming 2008.

Submitted: November 29, 2008

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Kingdom of Life
 
High school, the jungle, the kingdom of life. It seems as though everything revolves around being top of the pack, or top of the food chain. Being your best so you don't get "eatten". The high matinance girls like brilliantly colored birds, the colors of their accessories shimmering casting neon shadows on the walls. The athletes like lions, quick and agile, gracing through the packed hallways. The kids who think life is all about focusing on what they don't have, but not yet learning to adapt to their enviornment. Every life seems to revolve around something; music, style, knowledge, even the shoes you wear have some effect of how your viewed. I've been the girl who has lived her whole life in every group. Never once stopping to try and fit in with anyone. I guess you could say I "march to my own beat". Influence has no meaning to be, although I try to influence others. Not closing my mind or blinking once, afraid of missing a single second.My title: the peace keeper. Staying mutual and open to any ideas. The girl with the mile wide smile.
 
Sparkling dresses reflected and caused little glimpses of light to catch on the floor under our feet. I stood there, happier than I had been in a long time. At that exact moment, nothing was wrong. The music made me shift my feet back and forth, sweeping gently across the floor. A small blonde curl fell into my face and made me laugh. Just a short while before I had stood before millions of camera flashes, they lit my face and caused speckles to appear. Every photograph reminded me of that moment in time captured forever, the smiles on our faces. My cornflower blue dress fell to my knees and the smile on my face, wider than normal. Grant looks into the camera and laughs, just like always. He makes me laugh and the picture turns into giggling. The look on our faces says it all, we were happy. 

It was both of our first homecomings. We turned up the music in the car and lyrics and beats turned to memories of the summer. The sharp snaps of the snare drums reminded me of the quick pops of fireworks from July 4. Soft guitar strums take me back to driving around and spilling our latest stories. In all seriousness, Grant and I were never serious. Small inside jokes, long conversations, baseball games, and random photographs added to a box kept in my head. Engine humming soothed me, for whatever reason, I was nervous. My familiarity with the place I was about to be was little to none. Hidden behind my smile and green eyes were fears. Yet somehow, I knew it would be an enjoyable night.

The restaurant we ate at was elegant and fancy, far from our normal fast food. Proportions were small and prices were high. Right after we left, we had a plan. And so, we drove back to Clear Lake for some twist cones. The chill of the ice cream made me relax, it was something familiar to grasp. I had no idea what the rest of the night held for me, but I knew the fears were only held in my head.  Suddenly I flashed back to the moment I was in, Grant had his arms around my waist and I gently rested mine on his shoulders.  I looked from the floor up to him.  His soft curls, and his glowing eyes made me want the moment to last forever.  All I could do was smile.

Today, I look back at the photos and think of so many memories I had forgotten up until this point.  Even though a single moment can forever be captured by one photograph, it is never enough to show feelings.  Feelings of joy, happiness, and giggles.  No picture could ever capture the sounds of music, or laughter, but memory can forever and always hold those moments.

 


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