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A Grey life
Chapter 1: Changes
You should know these things before reading my story
" " people speaking
( ) a person's thoughts
Call me Vincent.
I believe I was about 15 when it happened. I was and still am, kind of short. To make up for me being short, I thought "Muscles before length." So I joined a gym. My goal was to build more strength and develop a nice body, but I think that somewhere In the back of my head my real goal was something else. Something that weights can't give you.
Respect.
After about a year of training I had succeeded in building myself a nice body. But the ever so missed respect that I never had didn't come. I didn't feel any stronger. It was like I had built up a shell around me and underneath it was still the same old Vincent Grey.
It happened that the other guys picked on me and made me angry just so that they could get a laugh at me losing a fight.
I became an outcast. I was left alone. Alone with my hopes and dreams. My hopes were to be left alone by the people in my school. Dreams. My dreams. Move away. Far, far away.
Even though my mind was travelling further away every day, and I had serious issues with smiling and laughing, I still was a good student and got one of the best grades in my class.
It was a few days before we finished ninth grade and we had received the envelope with our grades and everybody was showing their happiness or their disappointment. Everybody but me. The badly lit hallways and the crowd of people was not a place where I would want to stay for a longer period of time than necessary. I walked outside.
The sunrays were refilling. There was nothing so energizing as the fresh air and the smell of grass. The smell of nature. I opened my eyes and witnessed all the groups of people below me. The happy couples who thought they were in love. A group of guys running around punching each others arms just to prove who was the strongest, thereby the uncrowned king of the group. They reminded me of a pack of wolves. Trying to prove their superiority or just fight to get the females. That is just what these humans did. I could see that every guy that successfully landed a punch on another quickly glanced at the girls sitting beside watching and smiling back.
Bah! The entire scenery was pathetic. The couples didn't love each other. They just needed someone. That just shows how weak they really are. It was just foolish to depend on another person. Besides, one of them was sure to break up with the other, causing so much unwanted feeling and making it really tense between the two. Why even get involved in a relationship if that is sure to be the outcome?
And the girls flashing their false smiles towards the pack of humans. The only reason they were doing that was probably because they wanted to start another pathetic relationship with someone of the wolves. Or, they just wanted to feel they were part of a group. A group of "friends" They would think they were their friends no matter how much cruelty they got in return. I couldn't stand it anymore. I was going home to spend my afternoon and quit school. Then I would spend my summer holiday training and putting up with Carl's stupid jokes and comments.
It was when I was walking towards my bike when the pack of humans caught up with me.
Matt, the leader, was the one that always walked in the front and the one that started the fights. He was looking for one right now.
"Vince, Vince, Vince. What is to become of you? Nobody wants a rat like you anyway. " Matt said with a grin.
(If that wasn't a poor attempt to make me mad, I don't know what is.)
"You should be more concerned about who would want someone with your grades, Matt." I said calmly.
Nobody had told me his grades but I still knew that Matt only was better than the students with a mental dysfunction.
His eyes became sharper and proved that I had hit a weak spot. He stared at me as he tried to come up with a clever response. He couldn't, so I turned around and unlocked my bike.
"Wouldn't you trade grades with me if you got your dad back, Vincent? Because my dad helped me with my homework and I am glad that he is still around." Came the response
I stood up straight, but didn't say anything as I clenched my fists.
"Who helped you, Vincent? Because someone like you can't get those grades by yourself. Maybe you walked to the park bench were your dad lives and asked if he could help you?" Matt grinned proudly. Who wouldn't get mad at something like that?
I could feel my eyes turning from the usual grey colour to a furious black. I wanted to jump Matt and beat him to a pulp. And I probably would've if it were just he and I. But now he had six other guys with him. If I jumped Matt, the others would jump me.
"No dad is better than a bad one." I said as I unclenched my fists and hopped onto my bike.
"Have a nice summer you piece of shit!" Matt yelled as I pedalled away.
During the long way home, I started thinking. Who would care if I disappeared or even died? I mean, I haven't got any real friends and my mom is so busy with her new boyfriend Carl. Would anyone cry at my funeral? Would anyone say: "He was a good boy" or "Why Vincent? I miss him so bad."
Not likely! That is one thing I have learned about people. You can't trust anyone, if you do, you'll get hurt.
As I began my way up the hill to our house, I lifted my eyes off the road and saw it. A huge tidal wave of light flooding at me. I don't know why, but I felt warm and safe. I stretched out my arms and lifted my face up into the sky. Just before the wave struck me, I closed my eyes and thought: (This is it, this is where I die.) And I didn't mind.
I opened my eyes and saw.myself I was floating in mid-air and when I looked down, I saw my own body on my still moving bike. The wave hit my bike and it was dissolved into the same light as in the wave. My leather shoes transformed into a pair of black and red sneakers, the light followed up my legs, making my beige pants into baggy, black shorts that stopped a little bit under my knees. My shirt transformed into a sandy white v-necked T-shirt. The light streamed into my hands, dressing them with a pair of black fingerless gloves.
The light faded off and I found myself lying outside our house. But was it our house? It looked exactly the same on the outside but all our neighbours were different. Instead of having apartments in the middle of the city, it was villas with a lot of trees and green around them.
And where was the city? In every direction I looked there was mountain, forest or grassy fields. Only one road was leaping in the middle of the houses so it kind of reminded me of a modern western town. I looked at the mailbox beneath our house: Welcome to Elina and Vincent Grey. Something was missing. Carl's name that my mom had painted to the mailbox was gone.
I darted up to the house and pulled the door open with all my might.
"Hi honey! How was school?" My mom said as she stood by the sink, drying the dishes. "
"I guess it was fine." The confusion in my voice was obvious. At least to me it was.
"Did you learn anything special in school today?" Mom said as if she was interested
"Mom, where's Carl?"
"Carl? Is he a new friend of yours? Was he supposed to wait for you here?"
"No, Mom. Not a friend of mine. Your boyfriend, Carl. You know, big, bald and stupid?"
She put down the dishes and looked at me with worried eyes. "What are you talking about, Vincent? I've never had another man besides your father. Have you bumped your head?" She walked over to me and started examine my head.
I violently pulled away from her. "Mom, I'm fine!" (Except the fact that I think I'm insane!)
"Oh, okay. Then you must've dreamed that about me having a boyfriend. Because I certainly don't have one!" She walked back to her dishes.
I didn't say anything, I just walked up to my room to lie down on my bed and think.
(Let's sum this up. I woke up, got dressed, went to school and got my grades. Argued with Matt and went home. Now it starts getting weird. I remember a bright light and then much later, I'm on the ground outside our house. In clothes I didn't have when I woke up. Carl is gone, Mom has no idea what I'm talking about and my bike is gone. Mom is gonna kill me for losing that bike.)
That was the last on Vincent's mind before he fell asleep.
So, What did you think? For your information, I've rewritten this and some other chapters because I reread them one day and frankly, they sucked. So hopefully, this is better :) Remember, it is your opinion that means the most to me. Let me know that opinion. / Yorun
A Grey life
Chapter 1: Changes
You should know these things before reading my story
" " people speaking
( ) a person's thoughts
Call me Vincent.
I believe I was about 15 when it happened. I was and still am, kind of short. To make up for me being short, I thought "Muscles before length." So I joined a gym. My goal was to build more strength and develop a nice body, but I think that somewhere In the back of my head my real goal was something else. Something that weights can't give you.
Respect.
After about a year of training I had succeeded in building myself a nice body. But the ever so missed respect that I never had didn't come. I didn't feel any stronger. It was like I had built up a shell around me and underneath it was still the same old Vincent Grey.
It happened that the other guys picked on me and made me angry just so that they could get a laugh at me losing a fight.
I became an outcast. I was left alone. Alone with my hopes and dreams. My hopes were to be left alone by the people in my school. Dreams. My dreams. Move away. Far, far away.
Even though my mind was travelling further away every day, and I had serious issues with smiling and laughing, I still was a good student and got one of the best grades in my class.
It was a few days before we finished ninth grade and we had received the envelope with our grades and everybody was showing their happiness or their disappointment. Everybody but me. The badly lit hallways and the crowd of people was not a place where I would want to stay for a longer period of time than necessary. I walked outside.
The sunrays were refilling. There was nothing so energizing as the fresh air and the smell of grass. The smell of nature. I opened my eyes and witnessed all the groups of people below me. The happy couples who thought they were in love. A group of guys running around punching each others arms just to prove who was the strongest, thereby the uncrowned king of the group. They reminded me of a pack of wolves. Trying to prove their superiority or just fight to get the females. That is just what these humans did. I could see that every guy that successfully landed a punch on another quickly glanced at the girls sitting beside watching and smiling back.
Bah! The entire scenery was pathetic. The couples didn't love each other. They just needed someone. That just shows how weak they really are. It was just foolish to depend on another person. Besides, one of them was sure to break up with the other, causing so much unwanted feeling and making it really tense between the two. Why even get involved in a relationship if that is sure to be the outcome?
And the girls flashing their false smiles towards the pack of humans. The only reason they were doing that was probably because they wanted to start another pathetic relationship with someone of the wolves. Or, they just wanted to feel they were part of a group. A group of "friends" They would think they were their friends no matter how much cruelty they got in return. I couldn't stand it anymore. I was going home to spend my afternoon and quit school. Then I would spend my summer holiday training and putting up with Carl's stupid jokes and comments.
It was when I was walking towards my bike when the pack of humans caught up with me.
Matt, the leader, was the one that always walked in the front and the one that started the fights. He was looking for one right now.
"Vince, Vince, Vince. What is to become of you? Nobody wants a rat like you anyway. " Matt said with a grin.
(If that wasn't a poor attempt to make me mad, I don't know what is.)
"You should be more concerned about who would want someone with your grades, Matt." I said calmly.
Nobody had told me his grades but I still knew that Matt only was better than the students with a mental dysfunction.
His eyes became sharper and proved that I had hit a weak spot. He stared at me as he tried to come up with a clever response. He couldn't, so I turned around and unlocked my bike.
"Wouldn't you trade grades with me if you got your dad back, Vincent? Because my dad helped me with my homework and I am glad that he is still around." Came the response
I stood up straight, but didn't say anything as I clenched my fists.
"Who helped you, Vincent? Because someone like you can't get those grades by yourself. Maybe you walked to the park bench were your dad lives and asked if he could help you?" Matt grinned proudly. Who wouldn't get mad at something like that?
I could feel my eyes turning from the usual grey colour to a furious black. I wanted to jump Matt and beat him to a pulp. And I probably would've if it were just he and I. But now he had six other guys with him. If I jumped Matt, the others would jump me.
"No dad is better than a bad one." I said as I unclenched my fists and hopped onto my bike.
"Have a nice summer you piece of shit!" Matt yelled as I pedalled away.
During the long way home, I started thinking. Who would care if I disappeared or even died? I mean, I haven't got any real friends and my mom is so busy with her new boyfriend Carl. Would anyone cry at my funeral? Would anyone say: "He was a good boy" or "Why Vincent? I miss him so bad."
Not likely! That is one thing I have learned about people. You can't trust anyone, if you do, you'll get hurt.
As I began my way up the hill to our house, I lifted my eyes off the road and saw it. A huge tidal wave of light flooding at me. I don't know why, but I felt warm and safe. I stretched out my arms and lifted my face up into the sky. Just before the wave struck me, I closed my eyes and thought: (This is it, this is where I die.) And I didn't mind.
I opened my eyes and saw.myself I was floating in mid-air and when I looked down, I saw my own body on my still moving bike. The wave hit my bike and it was dissolved into the same light as in the wave. My leather shoes transformed into a pair of black and red sneakers, the light followed up my legs, making my beige pants into baggy, black shorts that stopped a little bit under my knees. My shirt transformed into a sandy white v-necked T-shirt. The light streamed into my hands, dressing them with a pair of black fingerless gloves.
The light faded off and I found myself lying outside our house. But was it our house? It looked exactly the same on the outside but all our neighbours were different. Instead of having apartments in the middle of the city, it was villas with a lot of trees and green around them.
And where was the city? In every direction I looked there was mountain, forest or grassy fields. Only one road was leaping in the middle of the houses so it kind of reminded me of a modern western town. I looked at the mailbox beneath our house: Welcome to Elina and Vincent Grey. Something was missing. Carl's name that my mom had painted to the mailbox was gone.
I darted up to the house and pulled the door open with all my might.
"Hi honey! How was school?" My mom said as she stood by the sink, drying the dishes. "
"I guess it was fine." The confusion in my voice was obvious. At least to me it was.
"Did you learn anything special in school today?" Mom said as if she was interested
"Mom, where's Carl?"
"Carl? Is he a new friend of yours? Was he supposed to wait for you here?"
"No, Mom. Not a friend of mine. Your boyfriend, Carl. You know, big, bald and stupid?"
She put down the dishes and looked at me with worried eyes. "What are you talking about, Vincent? I've never had another man besides your father. Have you bumped your head?" She walked over to me and started examine my head.
I violently pulled away from her. "Mom, I'm fine!" (Except the fact that I think I'm insane!)
"Oh, okay. Then you must've dreamed that about me having a boyfriend. Because I certainly don't have one!" She walked back to her dishes.
I didn't say anything, I just walked up to my room to lie down on my bed and think.
(Let's sum this up. I woke up, got dressed, went to school and got my grades. Argued with Matt and went home. Now it starts getting weird. I remember a bright light and then much later, I'm on the ground outside our house. In clothes I didn't have when I woke up. Carl is gone, Mom has no idea what I'm talking about and my bike is gone. Mom is gonna kill me for losing that bike.)
That was the last on Vincent's mind before he fell asleep.
So, What did you think? For your information, I've rewritten this and some other chapters because I reread them one day and frankly, they sucked. So hopefully, this is better :) Remember, it is your opinion that means the most to me. Let me know that opinion. / Yorun