A lesson to be learned

[spookyghost]

I have a question.... Rocks?
I thought crack was a plant O.o

[Chaukai]

It's not the rocks you're thinking of, like huge chunks of hard white crack. o.o Imagine it more of like... Parmesan cheese that has not been powdered yet. Remember, you have to cut crack before you use it, so cutting a rock would be slightly hard. >.> And no, I'm not a druggy, I just know enough about it from my friends. lol

[MessengerOfDreams]

I have a question.... Rocks?
I thought crack was a plant O.o

And you would know this... how?

[Ridder]

Probably Agriculture 101.

[Blablob]

Okay, heads up. I'm already working on the next story, titled Life. It deals with a parent's struggle to raise a child. I won't be revealing anything else, other than the fact that I may not be able to get the full story out this weekend. Also, the next chapter to my Kympo story will probably be out either tomorrow or next weekend. If I find time today, I'll do that.

[Blablob]

Here's my next story. You'll finally understand why I took so long. Also, expect a huge plot twist at the end


Life

Jason
Age: 2 minutes old
Note: Just born

"PUSH, ROSE! PUSH!" Jack yelled. He could see the head.

"I AM PUSHING!" Yelled Rose. She Grappled everything. The pain, oh the pain... The baby kicked inside her, and Rose grabbed Jack's arm, and yanked with all her might just so she had something to yank.

"Calm down, Rose" Said the doctor, "You'll hurt the baby."

"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN?! AHHHH!" Rose clawed at everything; the bed, Jack, even the cords connected to her. Two other doctors ended up coming in to hold her down, but it barely worked. "JACK!" Yelled Rose. "PULL IT OUT! PULL IT OUT!"

"Right." Said Jack. He looked at the doctor, who had his fixed eyes on Rose.

"Do what she said. Grab the head and pull."

Immediately, Jack went over and reached for the head. It was so small, so he could easily grab his hand around it, but he didn't want to hurt the baby. He pulled with caution. With a last kick from the baby, Rose screamed. "AHHHHH!" And then, it just slid right out into the blanket.

"Oh my God. Rose, you have to see this." He wrapped the blanket around the crying baby, and brought it up to Rose to hold.

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Said Rose. "He's....doctor, what is it?"

"You tell me."

She checked. "He's the most beautiful boy I've ever seen."

"What should we name him?"

They both thought. "How about Jason?"

"Okay. Little baby Jason." They both just sat there, enjoying this moment; this was the greatest day of their lives, and the most beautiful thing they'd ever done.


Jason
Age: 3 weeks old
Note: He cries nonstop at night. The parents aren’t sure what to make of it, and they don’t know what to do.

Late at night, they heard a scream. “Jack, what is that?”

“It’s just the baby again. I’ll get it.” He stepped out of bed, opened the door, and closed it behind him. He waddled to Jason’s room, not far from their own, and he opened the door. The baby was screaming at the top of his lungs. “What is it, Jason?” Jason was just lying there, crying as if the whole world was going to die.

Jack checked to see if Jack had an accident. He didn’t. He checked to see if he had gas. He didn’t. He thought maybe he was just hungry. He went into his bedroom, and turned on the lights to alert Rose.

“Jack, what are you doing?”

“I think Jason is hungry.”

“I just fed him.”

“Well, nobody said having a baby was going to be easy. Come on, I’ll bring in here.” Jack went into the baby’s room and picked up Jason. Jason had his father’s nose and eyes, but his face as a whole was definitely his mother’s. He wasn’t crying anymore; he had worn his eyes out. He was making spit bubbles over his dad’s shoulder as Jack went into the room. “Here he is.”

Rose lifted her shirt to feed Jason, but he refused. “I told you he wasn’t hungry.”

“Well then, what is it?”

“I don’t know.”

This happened for several weeks. Restless nights and whatnot, the parents were always grumpy. Jason was healthy, according to the doctor, and he said this was normal for a baby. Jack and Rose were just going to have to deal with it.


Jason
Age: 4 years old
Note: Just enrolled in Pre-school

“Okay, Jason. You’ll be okay on your first day?” Rose was just as sad letting Jason go on his own for his first time as Jason was.

“Don’t go, Mommy!”

“Oh, don’t worry baby. You’re gonna make a whole bunch of friends here!” Rose gave Jason a hug, and then she said she had to go. Jason started crying, and the teacher closed the door.

“Alright, students. My name is Mrs. Kennedy, and I am going to be your very first teacher of your entire life.” Nobody was really listening; kids were just running around, but Mrs. Kennedy continued to speak. “Of course, your first real teachers are your parents, and it looks as though they’ve done a very good job.” She said that with a grin, and you could tell that the old woman hated her job.

“Okay, so everyone get in a seat, we’ll begin our first lesson. We will say our ABC’s.” But nobody sat down. This is when she got fed up. “SIT DOWN NOW!” Everyone sat down, but there weren’t enough seats, so Jason had to stand.

“Uh…Ms…Ms….Ms Kendy?” Asked Jason.

“It’s Mrs. Kennedy.” She said.

“Mrs. Kendy, I don’t have a seat.”

“So sit on the floor.” A few kids smirked as Jason pouted, sitting on the floor.

A few hours later, it was playtime outside. Swings, jungle gyms, and much more awaited the little 4-year-olds. But not for Jason. He started to get on a swing, and some blond-haired kid ran over and took the seat first. He stuck his tongue out.

“Hey. That was my seat.”

“Nu-uh.” He started swinging, so Jason just walked away. Some other kid threw a ball right at Jason’s face.

The teacher set a book she was reading down and got up. “Hey, hey, hey. None of that or I’ll take the ball away.”

The blond-haired kid protested. “But he hit me.” He pointed to Jason. The only thing worse than lying was when that person believed the lie.

Mrs. Kennedy looked at Jason. “You have detention after class, Jason. I can already see you’re going to be a trouble maker.”

“But I didn’t do it!”

“Don’t lie. That’s double detention. I will inform your parents.”

“No fair!”

“Do you want triple detention? Do you?”

“No.”

After the school day was over—after Jason’s detention, that is—Jason got grounded at home, for being a trouble maker the first day. Not a good way to start off the first day of school.


Jason
Age: 12
Note: Ever since the Pre-K incident, Jason’s mom and dad have been fighting. They’re being a bad influence, as Jason is clueless social-wise; he gets picked on

Jason took a deep breath as the bell rang; the bell which meant he had to go to P.E, his first class of his middle school day. He’d been in middle school for a month, and he hated the morning. Why, you ask? It’s because everyone hated him. And in P.E, they get to show it.

Jonas slowly walked out of the morning waiting area, through the crowd of kids walking, and finally towards the gymnasium. People kept bumping in to him; why does everyone hate me, he thought.

As he was walking, one blond-haired kid about the size of Jason walked by and stuffed something in Jason’s book bag. Jason didn’t notice, though.

The second bell rang—the bell which means if you aren’t in your next class yet, you’re late—and Jason barely made it, as always. He went over to his locker to change, and standing next to him was a fat kid in droopy pants and a black shirt on. Jason nervously glanced at him as continued to change. The fat kid took notice. “You got a problem with the way I look? Or are you just checking me out?”

Figures. As if Jason wasn’t already having a bad time this school year, coach made his locker right next to the bully of the school: Mark Kendell.

Jason had no response other than “Nothing”, which really was more of a mumble that actual talking.

“What?” Asked Mark in an angry way. “What did you say?”

Jason just continued to change out of his clothes, but he was very nervous. Kids started forming a circle around Jason and Mark.

“I asked you a question. What did you say?” Mark took a step forward into Jason’s face. There was about to be a fight, and everyone knew it.

“I…..I said, “Nothing.”

Mark smirked. “Thanks for playin’.” And he spat right in Jason’s mouth unexpectedly. He took a step back as everyone stared and laughed. Mark high-fived all his friends as Jason was spitting and trying to get the spit out of his mouth.

The coach came out. “Hey, hey. Don’t be spitting on my floor, that’s a referral.” The kids laughed some more.

Once Jason got into his P.E clothes, and went outside, the coach explained. “All right. Today, we’re playing some dodge ball. You guys know the rules: two teams, one on each side of the court. You can form the teams anyway you like, any amount of players on each side. There are 10 balls; if you are hit by a ball, you’re out and you go sit on the bleachers. If you catch a ball, you can bring any one who’s out back on your team, but you don’t have to. Don’t hit above the chest, or you’re automatically out. Any questions? Good. Get into teams.”

Mark whispered something into about 5 kid’s ears, who in return whispered something into other kid’s ears, and so on and so on. They all got onto the left side of the court, and leaned against the wall.

All but Jason.

Jason went over to the right side of the court; it was him versus the whole class. The coach yelled. “OKAY! WHEN I SAY GO, THEN GO! THREE, TWO, ONE, GO!”

A whole wave of the class ran after only 10 balls, and Jason just cowered at the back of the wall, making an idiot of himself. 10 balls were flung toward Jason, 6 of which actually hit him. And they hit hard.

When P.E finally ended, Jason was exhausted. Mark went up to him as Jason was walking to his next class. “Dude, you’re a queer.”

“Just leave me alone, Mark.”

“Oh, you want me to leave me alone. HEY EVERYONE, THIS KID WANTS ME TO LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

Everyone stared, some girls chuckled, and someone even threw a banana peel at Jason; where they got the banana peel is a mystery even to me, and I’m the narrator.

“Well guess what, queer? Maybe I want to be around you. Huh? You want that? You wanna go out with me?

“What? No!”

“You sure?”

“Yes; what are you, gay?”

“Dude, did you just call me gay?”

Jason had come to a complete stop, staring at Mark. The bell rang.

“Dude, I got to go to class.”

“Hey, I asked you a question.”

“What?”

“Did you call me gay?”

“What? No!”

“Okay, fine, you little queer.”

Jason looked down, saddened as everyone laughed. He walked to class, and mumbled “Dummy.”

“What?” Mark went up and pushed Jason into the ground so hard he was bleeding in his mouth. He had bit his lip and tongue. Mark jumped on top of him and beat Jason until his hand hurt.


Jason
Age: 18
Note: Finishing High School

The day had come. The day in which Jason would graduate high school; get his degree and go to collage, and get a job as an astronaut, just like dad wanting. It was all going to happen at noon today.

And Jason would spend his time locked away.

It happened like this. Jason is, first of all, the nerd of the school. He always has been. Everyone hates him, and he does nothing--absolutely nothing—about it. He learned that his entire school life, and today it would finally be over; the day he can finally be done with school.

But school was just the beginning of what was to come.

He got up from his bed, went out and grabbed the reliable toast on the counter that his mother always left him, and head out. His parents were already at work, and he always slept in the clothes he was going to wear the next day; all he needed were shoes and socks. He headed out to the street, and waited. Waited for time to pass by; waited for nothingness to become something; waited for the world to tell him what to do in life, how to deal with the problems, even when all seemed to be lost.

He waited for the bus.

He saw the yellow vehicle turn a corner and head down the street—here it comes—and just as it turned that corner, it zipped right pass him.

The bus driver didn’t like him either, obviously.

Jason had a sad life; what did his parents think of him, he thought once in a while.

Jason had to run for it now. School was 10 miles away, and school would start in about 30 minutes, and he was going to be late unexcused the first time in 14 years, but he had to run for it. Today was…THE day.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t even make it half a mile without tiring himself out. There were no cabs in town, and the he had no money anyway. He had no choice but to walk to school and be late.

And meanwhile, the kids on the bus were probably laughing their asses off.

As Jason was walking, he saw a man running toward him. The man kind of looked like him—a few facial features—but he knew they weren’t related. He’d never seen the man before.

The man was running, and behind him was a man in black. A man in a hat. A man with something in his hand, running after the man. He was running from the cops. When the man caught up to Jason, who was just staring at the man, the man said, “Want this?” And he reached for his pocket, took out a bag of something, and stuffed it in Jason’s pocket, and then the man took off across the street of nonstop traffic. It was just Jason and the cop.

“Put your hands behind your back.” Said the cop to Jason.

Jason spent his next 10 years locked away.


Jason
Age: 35
Notes: Couldn’t get any jobs in town due to a police record. He lives in a house by himself. His father passed away when Jason was 23.

He relied on his mother to send him money for support. The only thing to accompany him during the passing days was his dog, Rex.

Jason was a lonely person, who would never be happy, and he knew it.

This was it. Jason was done. The first thing on his mind: Suicide. He looked at the lake which was easily viewable from his bedroom window. He had to drown himself. At least life would be easier for him.

And then the phone rang. He looked like the caller ID; it was 911.

He picked up the phone. “Hello.”

“Yes. Is this Jason Kingston?”

“Yes, why?”

“Well, we’ve just been informed some devastating news.” It’s about your mother.” There was an awkward pause.

“Wha…what is it?”

“Your mother….was murdered. We found her body laying on her floor__”

Jason dropped the phone.

This was it. Jason was done. 35 years of suffering, and now they took his mother from him. He had had enough.

Jason’s entire body twitched, and he wasn’t sad, or mad. No, not mad. He was beyond anger. Something that couldn’t be controlled, that he couldn’t feel. It was the feeling, of 35 years of suffering, all coming back to him. Jason wanted to kill those who had “killed” him, on the inside.

He grabbed his $300, the last of his money. He went out, and bought a shotgun and lots of ammo. He loaded the gun, and blew the shopkeepers head off. Jason felt no emotion, even though his face was covered in blood because of the headshot.

Immediately, there were cops coming down the road. Jason loaded the shotgun, and aimed it at a cop car, and blew out the tires. The car spun out of control, and right before it crashed into the lake, the cop jumped out, and shot Jason in the shoulder. Jason struggled, but he tried to shake it off.

Jason shot all the cops everywhere. He was invincible, for now anyway.

And he felt nothing. All emotion was gone. The truth is, he no longer had anything to lose.

He triumphed, but a cop snuck up from behind him, and snatched the gun and put Jason on the ground.

And about an hour later, Jason was locked up in prison, set for the death penalty.


Officer Bob
Age: 62
Note: The cop who informed Jason about the murder of his mother.

Bob had his own diary to write in at home.

Dear Diary:

Today, I got fired from the force. You won’t believe how it happened. This woman named Rose Kingston, she is one of my best friends, as I’ve said before. She asked me for a favor the other day, and I knew what was at stake for it. But she was a good friend of mine, and I’d do anything to help her. She has a son—someone who sounds like a complete loser—and his name is Jason, and she told me about him. He has a really sad, depressing life, according to his mother; she couldn’t bare to see him depressed. So she asked me to go to his house to tell him that Rose, Jason’s mother, died. She knew exactly how the situation would play out, and Jason is now on the green mile. Shouldn’t be long before he gets the electric chair. I lost my job for lying about a murdered case, since Rose is actually still alive. And I feel a bit depressed, knowing a part of the cause of an actual murder. Well, not murder, but death. I mean, I helped her to kill her own son. But she knew he needed a better life. And now I do, as well.

The end.

[MICrophone]

These are certainly the most powerful stories on the forums. You are really quite talented at writing these. The way you convey the emotion and tell the story is perfect. But, with the last one, what exactly was the lesson? Maybe I was never good at English, but I didn't think that there was much of a lesson, and not really a positive message. Which is fine…except the name of the topic is A Lesson to Be Learned. What's the lesson…kill yourself before you get into trouble? But anyway, very good writing and story. I'll be eagerly awaiting the next one.

[Blablob]

Well, you gotta kind of think about it. What could you learn from this story. This kid grew up over life as a child of loserness, and didn't take care of himself, and ended up getting locked away twice. Your lesson...you only have 1 life, so make the best of it. (Not to offend those who believe in reincarnation)

[MICrophone]

I suppose…I guess you're right. Jason could've done something about it. OK, I get your point. Nice work.

[MessengerOfDreams]

God...

Makes me think of Stan


Haunting, nice work.

Now excuse me as I leave depressed.

MoY