Now what's this about an English essay Verity?
We had to write a story based on a book, and I used The Outsiders, I called it 'Smile, my friends'. It's a bit of a misnomer if you get me.
I don't know what misnomer means but I'll take your word for it.
So Natasha, do not edit this, I may kill you if you do, no I'm joking buddy
You'd better be, anyway on with the story. Any flames will be used to set the Windrixville church alight again.
Not funny but enjoy.
Smile, my friends smile
As I sit, my head gently resting against the window, many of my memories come back to me.
It's one of those times, when sitting in silence you can't help but remember. It's not the best time anybody's life. For me I have many memories that I wish to forget, or at least not remember when I am alone. So much lost, so little gained. It happened to me why? I don't know, it's just one of those things I guess, they way life works.
Some people are lucky, some are not. Some people succeed, some do not. I can't class myself as successful nor lucky; it's just the way life works I guess.
As I sit by the window I think; Johnny. You'd be happy to know that I've moved on, it's better that way. You can't wallow in self pity all your life, you can't function that way. Life won't let you. But the term 'happily ever after' doesn't apply either 'cause if you think about it, happy ending's are just stories that haven't ended yet.
There is no such thing as a 'happy ending'. Life will keep throwing whatever it likes at you, there is no such thing as happy ever after. It's like a book, if there's another chapter then your story keeps going. When the ending does come, you die which, for sure, isn't happy.
Happily ever after, don't aim for it.
As I sit by the window I think; Dallas. I wonder about him often. If there is a heaven or a hell, where would he end up? I mean he had a heart, just for Johnny. He was Johnny's protector; is there good in that, to look out for someone you care about.
Again I don't know.
It's weird to think about that, think about the end. Not to be around to stop existing. No, not stop existing. Memories exist and so people live on, in a form, in a way. If people forget about something, somebody or someplace then it will stop existing, to you.
It will become a never existent memory. Dallas is a person who sure isn't going to be forgotten easily. He left a mark, a memory, an imprint on my life. Like Johnny, we won't forget him as long as we all live.
As I sit, think, I stop. I smile. I moved on, got over it. It took a while, many painful memories and many wishes. Wishful thinking and hurtful promises. All to lead to a breakdown, I got over it. No matter what life threw at me, I got through it. Friends, family, they were there.
A helping hand, a slab in the road to recovery. The flame to the candle. The hook that keeps you connected to reality. I'll be fine now, I swear. Help was what they suggested, I took something better. I took a look back, a memory. I took a visit and a thought.
Johnny Cade, he was there for me, in my memories and always at the back of my mind. Never forgotten.
Dallas Winston, he was there. Not far from my unconscious mind, always lurking. A memory, a life protector. He told me to get tough.
As I sit I think, I stop my wallowing in self-pity, I rebuild my life and get on with it. As I sit I think, life's like a book, as long as it continues, my life continues. I smile, life's so fitting now, all fallen into place.
You take the good with the bad, the nice with the ugly and smile, my friends smile.
Until your book ends.
You understand what it means, it's a bit of an awkward meaning. Still R&R. Bye from Verity
And bye from Natasha.
~23/12/11. 10:46pm~