Hey guys, this is my first story on this account, so forgive me if this story is horrible and you all commit suicide. I thought of this idea when I was listening to some music on my iPod. Anyway, on with the story!
His life was like a bad screenplay. It was dramatic, horrible and nice at the same time. The twists and turns of his life were so predictable, it was tear jerking. The destruction of his world, anyone could have seen that from a mile away, but he didn't. No one on the island did.
Everything that ever happened was so predictable, everything. In Traverse Town, for example, there just so happened to be a infection of creatures that could only be killed by the weapon that Sora held so unsurely in his hands. That through all the hard times, and all the times that people that could hold their own, made him, a boy still young in the mind, act as an adult and fight for himself. So predictable.
In the end, everyone got what they wanted, everyone except him. Everyone in Traverse Town got their world back; Pooh got all the pieces of his world back, but Sora only got his broken friends back. They were so broken, it's hard to see that they are the same people from a year ago, the happy, carefree people that used to be the life of the island. Riku is forever scarred from his close brush with darkness, and Kairi wouldn't be alone, from her accidental separation from every human soul for a whole adventure. Everyone that Sora ever met was scarred from the boy that had been through so much, but acted like it was so little. But someone saw it coming. At least one person always sees. So predictable.
He was the odd one out, in everything. At his home, his parents didn't think that he needed to leave for two years to 'save the world' no matter how long he argued. His friends would always distance themselves from him, for he was wild, untamed, strange, as he had different ideals and morals, a new concept in a small island town. That was what destroyed them, in the end, with everyone being the same. Once again, no one saw what would happen. No one but Sora, the one everyone shunned.
They were all so predictable, like someone was writing a novel, or a play. They were all like little ants running around in a cage. Everything was according to something. Everything was done under a ruler. There were no rebels, except for the slightest, like how some people were friends with him. Of everyone, he was the biggest rebel, he would change things, and he was the only one would stand up.
The others acted like rebels, but they were just a bunch of sad and lonely people who would hide behind the facade of toughness to stay safe in the world of judgement. They were just trying, but when he came along and did anything people said, he was both a rebel and a 'normal' person. He was odd. And only he saw it coming. So predictable.
You would think by the time Sora was sent on a second adventure, he would have known what would happen, as his life had the horrible types of twists, the ones that anyone would know about, but not him. When it happened to Sora, he would never see it coming. So predictable.
So predictable, that was the motto of his life. Everything from the time he would get up in the morning, if he would have orange or apple juice, and if he would meet someone new on any day of the week. All of his life was so predictable, in hindsight it's near impossible to not see how predictable the whole world, and all of the actions from a ladybug to an elephant can be predicted, so, so easily. No one could see how blind they were, but he could. He could always see. So predictable.
So, what did you think? I don't even like it, I mean, this thing is only like, 650 words. It's so tiny, I don't even know if it should be uploaded. Anyway if you loved this, liked it, are indifferent or hated, leave a review to tell me, I'll reply!