The Meaning of Life (part 2)

5 09 2010

“That’s what I thought, Jeremy.  Class will begin soon.  Go back to your seat now.”

“Yes, sir.”  I glanced at Matthew, who was looking equally frightened by the incident. He nudged his head slightly, telling me to go back.  I returned to my seat without saying a word.

During the middle of Mr. Salice’s Bible study lesson, the door suddenly opened.  In walked a boy, about my height, with brown hair, which was messed up.  His shirt was hanging out and his backpack was practically dragging on the ground.  In spite of his horrid appearance, he was in fact good-looking, even handsome.  His bangs dangled in front of his eyes, shielding them and making him look mysterious.  Everyone stared and though it was a bit funny, no one dared to laugh; we didn’t want to be put in the Box.  Instead, we just waited for Mr. Salice’s reaction.  He stood up and said, “Mr. Cohen, how nice of you to join us.  Class, this is Sean Cohen.  Please welcome him, everybody.”

We were all puzzled, to say the least.  We had a new student and Mr. Salice didn’t yell at him for being late either.  Wow.  What else was going to happen?

The class looked around and mumbled the “Hi, Sean” Mr. Salice was waiting for.  He let our feeble greeting pass and continued.

“Your seat will be over there, next to Jeremy.”  He pointed in my direction.  I looked around me, a bit surprised, and then to Sean.  He was glaring straight at me, and I had to look away to avoid his eyes.  Sean started to walk towards his desk and passed me without smiling or showing any expression whatsoever.  Meanwhile, Mr. Salice picked up where he left off and continued the lesson.  I couldn’t concentrate on his teaching and decided to gaze at Sean for a bit.  Again, his eyes were already locked on me and I pretended to glance slightly away, towards Matthew, who was writing something down on a notebook.  He finished what he was writing, flipped the pages around, and looked up at Mr. Salice.  I was wondering what he wrote when Mr. Salice suddenly called my name.

“Jeremy, can you tell me which disciple betrayed Jesus?”  I suddenly whipped my head to Mr. Salice’s direction and looked around to everyone uncertainly.  He waited for me patiently as beads of sweat began to form on my face.

“Umm… Paul?”  The words came out quietly but audible enough for Mr. Salice to sigh and hang his head.

“No, Jeremy!  It was Judas!  Weren’t you even listening to me?  Come see me after class, Jeremy. I have some chores for you.”

Normally, I would have accepted it but now I was just angry.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention, Mr. Salice, but it’s not fair!  Why do I know this anyways?  It’s stupid!  And…”

“That’s enough, Jeremy!  Who do you think you are, raising your voice to me, and especially about the Bible?!  You are going to come after school too and do double the chores!”

“But Mr. Salice…”

“Stop!  I don’t want to hear anymore from you.  I’ll see you after class.  Period.”  I shut my mouth and glared at him, furious at the injustice done.  I slouched down in my seat but quickly sat back up when Mr. Salice looked my way.

To be continued!





The Meaning of Life (part 1)

4 09 2010

Here’s a short story (about 13 pages) I wrote in high school, revolving around a dystopian society.  I believe I got a 9.75 out of 10 on it.  Hooray!

The Meaning of Life

Okay, you’ve probably heard a lot of stories; good stories, bad stories; stories from the heart and soul, and stories from the imagination.  Well, readers, this is my story. This is a story about prejudice, hate, violence, but above all things, love.  Isn’t that such a funny word, love?  What is love?  Is there a right kind of love? Who’s to say?  No one.  Love is love; everyone will feel it sometime or another during his or her life.  Here’s my story about love, true love.  It all started the day President Tree was elected…

There was much celebration throughout the nation.  The news talked about him for days.  Everybody thought he was the right man to win and that he would bring America everything it needed.  That was 70 years ago.  Today’s America is much different than was before President Tree. Every child had to go to school.  All homeless people were given warnings to leave, and were shot if they didn’t.  The US now owns Iraq as a result of the war in the Middle East.  Christianity is the only religion allowed for the people to practice; all other religions have been banned. There were constant rumours about underground temples and such for part of the population that hadn’t totally abandoned their faiths.  President Tree had successfully banned same-sex marriage, and that being said, homosexuality was also looked down upon as being a sin.  Anyone who was even slightly suspected of being gay was either killed or sent to therapy for treatment.  In other words, the whole population of America was Christian and straight.  Or at least that’s what everyone thought…

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I stepped into the familiar room 314 and glanced around me.  It was still early, so not many students had arrived yet.  I saw my best friend, Matthew Bennet, sitting down.  He signalled me to come over.  We had been friends since we were small kids.  Every day, we would hang out after school by the tree houses near his house and play games.  He told me all his secrets and crushes, and in turn, I told him mine, although I would just pick out the prettiest girls in class and say I liked them.

As I approached him, he started to flash that smile that always made the girls swoon over him.  I liked it too; it always made me smile.

“Hey, Jeremy!”

“Hey, Matt.”

“Did you finish the science homework?”

“What science homework?  The sheets? I forgot! Oh, my g…” I stopped myself in an instant.  Mr Salice looked up from his desk and glared at me, waiting for me to finish my word.

“You were saying, Jeremy?”  Mr. Salice’s eyes pierced through me, making me both nervous and scared.

“Umm…nothing, Mr. Salice.  I meant to say ‘Oh my gosh’.”  I swallowed the huge lump in my throat.

To be continued!