I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this. I have the end planned with two endings; a happy and not-so-happy one. I'm hoping the middle parts just kind of come to me like most of my writing. Enjoy and such... :D
Everyone is entitled to a secret. That's what they told me. Nobody is perfect. That's what they said. Everyone makes their share of mistakes. That's what they informed me. You'll learn from your mistakes. That's what they promised me. If only they knew how wrong they were…
You see, I used to be the guy who was living the life; Leon Davis, the popular, charming, and ever-so-handsome one. I was the one who was guaranteed an invite to every party and always arrived with the cutest girl on my arm. My life was busy, what with all the school organizations I was in, my band, and the love of my high school life, Roxanne Moore. It seemed girls wanted to be with me and guys wanted to be more like me. I was all set to graduate next year with honors. I had planned to go to university the following fall to work on a degree in journalism. Life was pretty much set for me. But then an unhealthy dose of reality was force-fed down my throat like the nasty medicine from our youth with disastrous results. My seemingly perfect world was abruptly distorted in a blur of confusion and resentment. I longed for the past to miraculously return as if in some twisted fairy tale suddenly become factual. I wanted sleep to come and never leave as my dreams became better than reality. There seemed to be no escape as the walls around me closed in and suffocated me. Even among the biggest of crowds I couldn't help but feel entirely alone. I'd been reassured that life would be all uphill from there, despite the seemingly unavoidable impending doom that I called next week. With no peak to this hypothetical mound of cold, ruthless, dirt and grass in plain sight, I knew something had to change. I had to do something to change my life. With the cruel conditions and heavy pressure I was under, something catastrophic was sure to happen in due time. If everyone is entitled to a secret, what happens when that secret is really a horde of secrets that cause even the most triumphant of teenagers to crash and burn from the strain?