Well, I have taken a huge hiatus and I have decided to revisit this story. It took a long time but hopefully I can update the story from what I had written a couple of years ago. Well here goes…
Something of Importance
The blue sky echoed over the tall swaying trees. Large puffy clouds were being drawn through the sky, as the wind blew gently rippling the leaves. The chirps and whistles of birds were in the air. The sun shone brightly, illuminating the ambient scene. It was almost perfect, mused a tall lanky teen. He was separated from the freedom the scene promised. Isolated and bored, he watched with glazed eyes, as birds flitted from branch to branch, enjoying the warmth of the noon sun. If only he could experience the freedom and excitement of something different, something new.
"Mark Calhoun, stop daydreaming and pay attention!" snapped a plump, balding man, "You may be missing something important!" He pointed a thick chalk covered finger at the teen, "I seriously advise against wasting my time and yours."He sneered, yellowed teeth gleaming under a salt and pepper moustache." Yet since you seem so intent on failure, you may want to discuss your future with the Principle!" He pointed his finger at the door. Snickers echoed around the room as the boy rose wearily to his feet, as the chair screeched against the floors. Looking at the portly teacher with a dour expression, he walked to the door. He turned the handle and he walked out muttering an insult under his breath. "I heard that," the fat man shouted, his face red, as the door clicked shut.
The teen sighed, his dark hair falling loosely over his face. He strode down the hall, the rubber soles of his shoes squeaking quietly with each step. Cursing he, vented his anger on a nearby wall, slamming his fist into the painted concrete. He drew back his throbbing hand, shaking it to ease the pain. His parents weren't going to be happy. He continued on, as he quietly repeated under his breath," I hate my life, I hate my life"
"Mark Benjamin Calhoun, why do you have to put us through this every time?" screamed Marc's mother, a woman in her late thirties, with auburn hair and a pained expression on her slender face. She sighed as she rubbed her temples."Will you ever stop day dreaming and start to focus on something important for once" she continued berating her sixteen year old son, who was visibly squirming from his seat on the couch, his face ashen and guilty. "What can I do to make you understand that you need to put in an effort to concentrate? I'm sick of hearing your teacher complain about you". She looked at her son, her face changing from anger to concern, her voice mirroring her expression, "You used to do so well. I really don't know why you've become so despondent". She sighed; the teen looked down at the floor, his dark hair falling idly over his guilty face. He remained silent. His mother gave another sigh and walked away.
The front door clicked open and was shut again. The whirr of a car engine rose up as the car was put in gear. Gravel crunched loudly as the car reversed and drove away. Marc continued to mope, mouthing the words,"I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life".
Why is it all so boring? Why can't there be something exciting, some way I could get away from all of this? He looked at his bedroom walls, adorned with posters from video games, anime and outdoor magazines. Brushing the hair out of his eyes, he started at the flickering screen. A message dialogue popped up. It was from Mark's friend, Zain Tyler, the message read: 'Wow Mr. Denton got you again huh?' Mark tapped away at the keyboard: 'I think he has something against me', he waited for a reply. 'Yeh well duh, he's had it out for you ever since you screamed at him in front of the entire school. What was that about again?' Marc sighed. 'He was picking on someone. You know I hate it when people think they are so big and know better. Can we drop the topic; I don't want to think about school?' Marc wrung his hands as he waited for a response, the day's anxieties making him feel despondent. 'Well then you should be happy about the field trip tomorrow, at least it's going to give us a break from a normal day of school'. Marc blinked. He had forgotten about the trip.
They were supposed to visit a secluded facility out in the country. The arrangement had been sudden, but Mark didn't mind at the time. He knew that it might be boring, but at least it was different, a break from the dull monotony of school. For all his fuss he was a science nut, and what they did at the research facility might be interesting.
'I totally forgot about that', Mark quickly typed, 'it sounds like fun'. 'I knew that would get you going, you're such a nerd'. Marc shrugged, flipping the switch on the monitor, turning it off. He flopped down on his bed, the springs creaking under his weight. He felt a little better. And hopefully something interesting would happen, something important.
