Hiaya Readers, this is like my first fix ever so be gentle. I'm still not ready for a multi-chapter story since my muse is halfway to Pandora by now and my brain is somewhere around Australia. I wrote this as an English assignment last year and I thought to start off my thing at this site with it.
This is set in that episode where Cory and Shawn sneak off to Feeny's cabin in somewhere snowy (I don't remember), the episode was called City Slackers.
Leave a review, tell me what you think and if I had owned Boy Meets World I would have been a reincarnation since I wasn't born yet when the show even aired.
I sighed as I closed the little book and placed it on my lap. For all those years I thought he had hated me, that he only existed to make my life a nightmare. Always on my case, never giving me a break or cutting me some slack.
The little mustached man, my best friend's neighbor, my teacher.
I never spared him a thought really, all I knew was that he hated me and I, in return, gave him a nightmare back. I never did my homework, I skipped his class, I sold tickets to a parody puppet show starring a puppet version of him and now I let his watch slide down the kitchen sink drain.
After all those shenanigans I finally found the truth. He yelled because he wanted me to see fact, he was strict because he cared. He cared enough to make sure I didn't follow in the footsteps of my family of criminals and strippers. He also knew of my family, not just reputation. He knew about me, a lot; where I was born, my favorite band, my middle name. That got me thinking, he knew so many things about me, yet I knew nothing of him. Other than where he lives, and his job, and where his office is.
So there I was, sitting on a dusty armchair reading a book. I know, me reading! Momma would be proud…. so would Cory. And that book I was reading just happened to be his diary. And what I learnt from my bizarre reading experience is that me and him, we're kinda alike. Both risky, both misunderstood, both appreciative of the female form (alright Feeny!). I saw him in a new light, a respectful fond light.
The short mustached, grey haired, nagging man that I had once called an old dinosaur, is still a dinosaur, but more of a Barney, Jurassic Park, Dino Flintstone type dinosaur. The kind you can't help but love.
So R n' R.
Rest and relax.
Rock and Roll.
Roles and Responsibility.
Resettlement and Rehabilitation.
Remove and Replace and finally…..
READ AND REVIEW! :P
Love, ME less than three