Somber Gloom

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A boy that is just having a bad day.

Submitted: January 03, 2010

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Gloom
The teenager woke up to a somber stillness. Dark shadows cast across his face as he trudged down the old rickety staircase of his house. Finally, after what seemed like days, he sauntered into the kitchen. The boy was greeted by nothing except a deafening silence. He looked out of the small, round window, only to see the rain inundating the ground, as it had been for the previous three days. The heavy rain poured like water from a faucet, only there was no handle to turn it off. After hungrily gazing into the empty pantry, he decided to skip breakfast and head straight to school.
While getting out of his beat up 1988 Toyota Camry, the boy’s backpack ripped, causing all of his books to fall on the cold, soaking wet asphalt. With no one around to help, the boy was on his own, crouched on the drenched blacktop, reaching under his car for his books. Just as he picked up his last textbook, the late bell rang portentously. This bell signified more than tardiness to the boy; for this tardy was the boys forth of the semester. This meant he would have to pay, by serving a four hour detention the following Saturday. After receiving his tardy slip, the boy sulked into his first period Algebra 2/Trigonometry class. He immediately sank into his chair at the back of the room with utter despair. Within seconds of his body touching the cold plastic of his chair the dark shadow of his curmudgeonly teacher loomed over him. The teacher was passing back test scores. The boy had received his with a giant “F” circled at the top and a note from the teacher saying “See me after class.” The teacher came up to him as the bell rang and stated that he would be called out of class later that day to talk with the principal about his current grade in the class. Scared, the boy simply nodded his head. The boy’s confidence was rotting quickly, but his long day had just begun.
At lunchtime, the poor boy realized that he had forgotten his lunch. He had only enough money to buy a tiny sandwich and a small bag of Frito Lay potato chips. As he looked for a table, nothing was open, except for the lone table sitting in the unrelenting rain. He had to sit alone. As he bit into his sandwich, he looked at it to see that it had tiny specks of mold all over it. His miniscule bag of Barbeque Lays was no better: it was only half full. He spent his only money on what turned out to be hardly a handful of chips.
During his next class, the lonely boy was called out of class to talk to the principal of the school. As he walked down the empty hallway, the classrooms glared at him through the open doors. When he reached the office, he walked into the cold, dark room and sat down in the painfully uncomfortable wooden chair. After what seemed like hours, the principal entered and broke the news to the boy that he would have to take summer school due to his disappointing math grade. Despite the boys persistent begging the principal did not change his mind. At last, the ominous final bell rang and school ended.
The boy made the long, wet walk back to his old car. He threw all of his books—Chemistry, Algebra, and History—in the back of his car as he climbed into the driver’s seat. There was only one thing left for him to do: start the car. Unfortunately, his car did not start, despite the many attempts made by the boy in an act of desperation. The teenager had to wait until Triple-A got there, and jump started his car before he could go home. The teenager was having an especially bad day, not all that uncommon among people, whether they are in high school or not. As this boy could attest, some days seem like never ending nightmares.


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