~*AN*~ : This story is probably going to be through Shawn's point of view.
I don't own the characters...don't we all wish we did? ;) The Road Less
Traveled..is a poem by Robert Frost.
The Road Less Traveled
The poem begins two roads, and that's what it is. Two roads, two
ways of life. The straight and narrow, and a curvy, shakey, dangerous
road. The straight and narrow is all worn out from age and use.
Everyone takes the easy way out. Everyone wants things perfect, and
they don't want to stray from what's concieved as " right". The other
road is over- grown, dark and lonely. Few take this road, because it's
hard to see where you'll end up. But what if the road less traveled
takes you to the same place, if you come out exactly where you would
of had you taken the other road? There's nothing wrong with being
different. Nothing.
I screwed up most of my life. But what do you expect? I come from a
trailer park. My dad barely worked his whole life, and spent most of it
chasing after my mom. My mom left us. She just drove off and left us,
and expected me to grow up fine. I hold nothing against either of
them. Mom left, mom married someone new. I have a step brother.
I'm thankful for that. My dad, well I can't blame him, because he just
did what he thought was best for me. But he's gone now. So it doesn't
matter. I almost got kicked out of school. I've been a runaway. I've
done lots of stupid things, that surely should of messed up my life. But
they haven't.
I'm here in New York. Just like the rest of my friends. Cory's
here, and we're still best friends. Nothing much has changed there,
except he's married now. Him and Topanga finally tied the knot.
Which is wonderful. Those two are my best friends and they deserve
happiness. Angela's here. We're broken up right now, but she's here.
Just knowing she's here, makes this a little bit okay.
Eric's here. Eric and his goofball self, who always tries to make me
laugh, and make me feel better. Jack and Rachel too. We're all like
this big happy family. Even Feeny's here. Geez, you'd think I can't
ever get rid of this guy. Except I barely have seen them. Minus
Cory and Topanga, and that's only because I live with them.
The poem ends : Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I, I
took the road less traveled by..and that has made all the difference.
But has it really? No, I don't think so. I'm still here, still
with what little bit of family I have. Thank God for that. Even if you take the wrong road, you can still end up on the right track.
The Road Less Traveled
The poem begins two roads, and that's what it is. Two roads, two
ways of life. The straight and narrow, and a curvy, shakey, dangerous
road. The straight and narrow is all worn out from age and use.
Everyone takes the easy way out. Everyone wants things perfect, and
they don't want to stray from what's concieved as " right". The other
road is over- grown, dark and lonely. Few take this road, because it's
hard to see where you'll end up. But what if the road less traveled
takes you to the same place, if you come out exactly where you would
of had you taken the other road? There's nothing wrong with being
different. Nothing.
I screwed up most of my life. But what do you expect? I come from a
trailer park. My dad barely worked his whole life, and spent most of it
chasing after my mom. My mom left us. She just drove off and left us,
and expected me to grow up fine. I hold nothing against either of
them. Mom left, mom married someone new. I have a step brother.
I'm thankful for that. My dad, well I can't blame him, because he just
did what he thought was best for me. But he's gone now. So it doesn't
matter. I almost got kicked out of school. I've been a runaway. I've
done lots of stupid things, that surely should of messed up my life. But
they haven't.
I'm here in New York. Just like the rest of my friends. Cory's
here, and we're still best friends. Nothing much has changed there,
except he's married now. Him and Topanga finally tied the knot.
Which is wonderful. Those two are my best friends and they deserve
happiness. Angela's here. We're broken up right now, but she's here.
Just knowing she's here, makes this a little bit okay.
Eric's here. Eric and his goofball self, who always tries to make me
laugh, and make me feel better. Jack and Rachel too. We're all like
this big happy family. Even Feeny's here. Geez, you'd think I can't
ever get rid of this guy. Except I barely have seen them. Minus
Cory and Topanga, and that's only because I live with them.
The poem ends : Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I, I
took the road less traveled by..and that has made all the difference.
But has it really? No, I don't think so. I'm still here, still
with what little bit of family I have. Thank God for that. Even if you take the wrong road, you can still end up on the right track.