Chapter 1-- Can't Write Comedy
'I feel myself fall into the cold ground. I fell right into a puddle. I'm soaked but they still hurt me. I don't know why they want to hurt me... I don't understand... I just want-'
My teacher grabs my pencil and skims over my paper.
"This isn't a comedy novel." He says.
"Some people find pain funny" I say with a smirk.
"Aaron, I don't have room in my classroom for your smart remarks."
"Then can I leave?" I ask.
He rolls his eyes and slams my pencil on my desk.
"Write a comedy novel by the end of the weekend, that is the assignment." He says.
"Fine I'll write you a comedy novel." I say.
'The dumb teacher didn't accept the young boy's writing project. He looked at the words more than the-' I stop and put my head down.
"I can't write comedy..." I mumble.
"You seem to think you're funny with those smart remarks." A girl says sitting next to me.
I turn and look at her then I break out laughing.
"What?" She asks.
"I'm sorry, it's just-" I can't stop laughing long enough to finish the sentence, "I'm sorry." I take a deep breath, "You're like that uptight girl right?" I ask.
"My name is Natalie, and no. I'm not 'uptight'" she says.
"Well that sentence is comedy gold." I say.
I pull a mirror out of my bag and I start fixing my hair. She rolls her eyes.
"Why do you have a mirror you just carry around?" She asks.
"I want my hair to look fierce, I'm sorry. Gosh." I take a nice look of her and I hand her the mirror, "Here babe," I say, "You might need this. You're looking a bit on the... Nasty ugly type of side today." I whisper.
She rolls her eyes.
"You're a jerk." She mumbles
"Babe, I'm just being helpful!" I say.
"Stop calling me babe." She snaps at me.
"Okay babe." I say winking.
She rolls her eyes.
"You do realize that you're not as funny as you think." She says.
The bell ring.
"And you do realize that you look terrible in red lipstick." I mumble.
She covers up her lips.
"It looks fine." She mumbles.
I chuckle, "You know what, whatever makes you happy," I smirk, "Babe."
"Ugh." She storms off.
"Remember Aaron, you have the weekend!" The teacher yells to me as I'm walking out. I turn around.
"Haha, or not." I say.
"Aaron, seriously." He says.
I put my hands up, "Bro I'm being serious too!"
"Don't call me bro..." My teacher says sorting out papers.
"Fine, whatever." I walk out of the classroom and I get into my car.
When I start it I turn and see Jasmine in my car.
"Good fucking God Jasmine! You about gave me a heart attack!" I yell.
"Why didn't you call me?" She asks.
"Jasmine, you and I... Are over. Now get out of my car." I say.
Her eyes fill with tears.
I roll my eyes, "C'mon don't cry in my car." I say.
She starts to cry.
Good God, ugh.
I put my hand on her shoulder.
She looks up at me, "When you touch me, it's like electricity." She says smiling.
I lift my hand up fast.
"Well, sorry for the breakup," I pick up a bag of food and I hand it to her, "This should help your heartache." I say. She looks at it and throws on my car floor getting the sauce from pasta on the floor.
"What the heck! Dude this car is more expensive than your house!" I yell.
"You're a douche Aaron," She says tears rushing down her face, "You're such a douche. Do you even realize how much I love you!" She yells.
"Probably just as much as the next girl." I mumble.
She gets out of the car and slams the door.
I drive home.
I live by myself.
I make myself dinner and I sit down with some coffee.
I pull out a blank piece of paper.
"C'mon Aaron, something funny..." I mumble.
Then an idea comes to mind.
I write about a boy who pulls a prank on his teacher. It's written like a confession letter. People read it thinking it's just for effect but it is in fact a confession letter.
Once I'm done I look at it and smile.
"Finally." I whisper.
"What's finally?" I hear someone ask.
I turn around, standing there is my sister Veronica.
"Why are you here?" I ask.
"I got worried." She says. She sits next to me.
"Don't be.." I mumble.
"Aaron, tomorrow is the year anniversary since mom and dad and Michael died." She says.
I clench my teeth and the table cloth intertwines with my fingers as I hold in the tears.
"I'm aware of that..." I mumble.
"Aaron... You can cry." She says.
"Please leave." I mumble.
She sighs. She kisses the top of my head.
"Are you sure-"
"Go off with your husband and kids stop worrying about me." I say.
She bites her lip.
"Okay, just don't do anything dumb again." She says.
I roll my eyes.
"I'm okay." I say.
She nods and walks out.
I put my head down.
I get a message, I look at it, it's Jasmine, of course.
'I know you're going through a hard time at the moment, but once you realize who you should be around and loving... Call me. I'll come over as soon as possible and love you.' I read it and I roll my eyes.
'I'm fine' I message back.
I lay down and I try my hardest not to cry.
"Don't cry... Don't cry." I whisper.
A year falls.
"Damn it!" I yell.
I burry my face in my pillow.
I stop and stand up. I look in the mirror and I fix my hair before I go to sleep.
Time to end this never ending day, and start tomorrow, the second worse day in my life.