The Great Disappointment
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I've had shoddier thoughts than these before... My Cimmerian ways are growing... Long ago I lost control of my psyche... grasping onto tiny fragments of what once was. Exnihilo is a word to use when describing my anathema for those who conform to the social order... But there is an individual I cannot bring myself to detest, for this reason alone she intrigues, me. I'll get her to see the fault to her materialistic ways; one way or another.
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A hand over his face he stares into the abyss which he has come to know as the world. He sulked as he prepared himself for another day in a material community. Somewhere down the line his life had gone astray of its significance. His existence had become a downward spiral, growing with everyday of isolation.
"Didn't you say you were going to quit?" his father asked as he made his way to the table. "Wasn't it you who told me those fairytale happy endings exist? We all lie... just on separate degrees." the blonde shot back at his father. Eating their breakfast in stillness they prepared to part ways at the door.
"Did you want me to drop you off?" his father suggested as the elevator doors parted. Grounding his cigarette he looks up and replies, "I can walk."
"Mr. Ishida, you are three minutes late, what do you have to say for yourself?" a middle-aged woman asked as she adjusted her thick bifocals.
"Ms. Bindernagle, did it ever occur to you that not every student looks forward to shortening their already short attention spans?" he replied in a mix tone as he felt the class' eyes on him.
"Matt... you do realize that you need to pass this class in order to take part in promotion ceremony and to receive your diploma......Now class today we'll be learning something innovative and stimulating! Today's seminar is on...Social skills; now get into groups of five everyone." Ms. Bindernagle said as her cell phone began ring.
This was first period. The teacher constantly thought up original excuses to not edify on her required curriculum, not the he demurred. His social skills tedious, to be blunt. The only things that came out of his mouth were: sarcasm, disdainful wit, and sullen absurdity. To sum up Yamato Matt Ishida in one simple word: antisocial.-------------------------------------------------"Come on I'll give you my Gucci handbag; all you have to do is go over to him and talk to him." a girl said to another. "And you can have my car for a day." she added. "Deal." the brown eyes beauty said sealing the agreement.
"Hey Matt, do you mind if I sit here?" she asked causing Matt to look up. No response escaped his lips; he simply sighed and made a gesture.
"I'll just pretend to talk to you so you can win your prize." Matt said as he looked across his desk at her.
"How'd you ......Oh forget it, now I just feel stupid and shallow." she said as she rested her head on the desk.
"As you should" Matt responded.
"......So do you ever talk to anybody?" she asked.
"Mimi, if you ever took the time to look beyond those on a social latter, you would know the answer to that question. But you obviously don't...... So to answer that question, no." Matt answered in a smart-alecky tone.
"I didn't know you smoked." Mimi said as she picked up the light scent of the smoke.
"And I didn't know you cared. We're just finding out so much about one another aren't we?" Matt said a small trace of a grin on his lips.
"Matt, I'm trying to have a conversation with you." Mimi stated, pointing out the obvious to Matt.
"And I'm trying to thwart one from developing...But if you genuinely wanted to exchange dialogue with me you would. You wouldn't be trying to gain any form of empathy from me. Me of all people... This is like what, the third time you've spoken to me in the twelve years I've known you; I'm surprised you remember my name." Matt answered.
"Matt, you give the impression that I don't even acknowledge your presence. Yes, I may have come over here with a car and a handbag in mind... But now I'll leave knowing I established a conversation." Mimi replied.
"You've established an argument and that's about it." Matt said as he looked into Mimi's eyes, seeing a bit of fear in the back of her eyes.
"Fine, but this isn't over." Mimi said as she turned her heel preparing to walk back to her crowd, she was not one to give up easily.
Matt took hold of Mimi's wrist and fixed his intense gaze on her. "If you want a conversation so badly........." Matt said as he jotted something down on her palm.
"Why not a phone number?" Mimi asked as she looked down at her palm, the heavy scent of sharpie still fresh.
"I don't believe a conversation can be held over a receiver and a mouth piece." Matt responded as the bell rang; releasing them to their next class, slowly fading into the crowd unnoticeably. Leaving Mimi where she had been standing, wondering where he had disappeared to.-------------------------------------------------After school he dragged himself to his room, his mind numb, and unaware. Crawling into his hammock, his gaze fastens on the ceiling. Worries and dilemmas simmering to the surface, as he let's down his emotional guard. He knew what was coming... he was going to get marred once again. It was inevitable; he should have never given her his address.
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