Funny The Way It Is

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Commercial Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Four paragraphs. If you aren't thinking about the elasticity of life after it's done, then I have failed

Submitted: June 21, 2011

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Funny The Way It Is


A tree took one of my friends. Just another Maple tree on the side of the road, do you understand that? My friend and his buddy were driving and I don't know the exact details, but they skidded off the road into that human killer. But can that be fair? That tree doesn't even know it's alive, let alone know it took another one's life. So sue it for not caring, see if it responds. My dad got the news from a call not two hours after the crash. He told me the news and I told him the weather: rainy with a chance of flashfloods. Do you think I could comprehend the fact that at the age of 14 I was as vulnerable as anyone else?
 
 

"A plague on both your houses" happened to us, can you see that? My parents decided the Romeo and Juliet ending wasn't worth the stab to the heart. Funny enough because it seems the person getting the knife was me. Even though they were divorced, they lived in the same house, always for "the kids." I looked in the dictionary countless times, and still they haven't updated it yet, because obviously "the kids" stands for getting in the middle of hundreds of fights, thousands of heartaches, and millions of tears. Sometimes life throws you a bone though. My treat came in the form of the cops showing up at my house, for safety measures of course. Safety measures, what a treat for "the kids". Can you see the modern tragedy of my life at the age of 15?
 

 
A girl entered my life. What seemed to be a normal glance up at a stranger running by turned into my first love. A month later I'm dating someone I can connect with and four months after that I'm picking up the pieces, trying to reatach them back in the place they used to be, can you dig that? Yes Trebek, I would like "Learning to cope with a second heartbreak" for 500. Double Jeopardy? I'm all in. Sometimes I put on the running shoes myself. I run for you, to you, and about you; I pick them up and put them down. Have I run enough to get you to notice me again? Have you run enough in the opposite direction to decide it's not always greener there, no matter how good it seems. At the age of 16 I'm all ready thinking about that next step to be better than the rest for you. Can you dig that?
 
 
 
 
Some people believe that when you die, you come back as something else. I hope I'm a tree, because that isn't very far off from being a human. We start as something small and simple, and blossom into whatever our surrondings let us. A tree will blossom so its leaves reach sunlight, and a person will blossom so its hands will join with another. We fight for ourselves without even knowing it; as a tree we keep living as normal. Even when the rain ravages our bark and the wind shakes our trunks to the core, we fight. We keep sucking up the water around us, contiunaly feeding; we are stubborn things, so stubborn we won't stop feeding even after death. After all, we came into this world alive, how should we know when we are dead? Do you understand that?


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