Hello everybody! This story was inspired by a book I read called In The Garage. It is a very good book and I think you all should read it. This is just a preview so please tell me if I should continue with it.
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There will always be shit that happens in your life that will make you wonder what the hell god was thinking when he made humans, what happened to Akasuna no Sasori was one of those things.
-Altered In The Garage Quote
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Aug. 12th
I pull out my clay and squish it between my fingers. The slippery, wet material against my pale skin is such a contrast. I look out the window to find the cool autumn breeze caress the tall elms in my backyard. Inspiration comes and quickly, like lightning, my skilled hands shape and form the structure. Like a million times before I step back to admire my work.
Soon I'm looking for Stella and dad. I find them arguing about dad's poker score. Dad is going blind so he uses that for an excuse to cheat. I pull out the newly created sculpture to reveal a scorpion. "What do you think?", I say. Stella and dad look appreciatively. I smile before continuing. "I can't wait to show the guys, especially Sasori. He may not appreciate true art, but I think this one will be different." The room stills. I'm frozen in time and the events plow over me, driving me into the ground. I remember, Sasori is gone and I feel sick like someone has just slapped me. A thick fog of emotion clouds my brain. I'm almost surprised to find myself left
Gasping
For
Air.
Aug. 14th
I've never gone to church before and I'm definitely not looking forward to this occasion. I'm standing here in a rented tux trying to give my best friend's eulogy and I want to scream. All throughout my life I've wanted to be somebody else. Now more than ever.
They are gawking at me. Everyone. They stare at my hands without shame. I'm not a circus freak like they seem to believe, but still they sit and pick at me. They pick out every flaw, every distortion and everything WRONG. Everything is wrong. I stand numb, frozen. Listening to the chairs scrape across the floors and the eh-hems echoing up into the high roof and walls. My eyes glaze over like the stained glass windows behind me.
So I stand, here, in front of god, the preist, and everybody sniffling and wiping their tears only to replay
Every
Single
Event
Of my so called life, leading up to a horrific end of the boy who was my best friend for well over half of my life. All I can do is think about how it began.
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How was that for a preview? A good first chapter? I hope you liked it. The next ones will be longer. Reviews are love!