“I didn’t realize she was going to tell me something so personal!”I yelled at him.
“Yeah and I didn’t realize that SpongeBob wasn’t a true story til I was fifteen! Everyone is a little stupid.”He yelled back.
“Wait you thought SpongeBob SquarePants was a real-“I started to say.
“We are talking about your stupidity right now, not mine.”he interrupted.
“I don’t care what she said anymore this is to important.”I replied.
“Shut up!”
Today is another ordinary day, in one ordinary man’s, ordinary life. I promise. But to prove it to you here is how Johns morning unfolded. John Brown woke up this morning feeling cheerful. He was also in the middle of a magical forest surrounded by ogres and gnomes; until he rubbed his eyes and the scene shifted back to his bedroom. “Today is going to be exciting, right George?” He asked his cat who was waking up as well. He was right, today would be exciting; but ordinary as well. He got up to brush his teeth but when he looked in the mirror he saw a warped reflection, like he was looking into a pond. A female face broke through the water and called out to him. “John! Come and swim, the water is warm.” The young women called out while splashing her tail in the water. “Not today Susan I going on a date today and I don’t want to be late. Plus you are not real. Good bye now!” John said cheerfully. He began to blink rapidly until the flash back faded and he could see his long slightly wrinkled face and thinning hair in the mirror again. He then brushed his teeth and what was left of his hair before running to his closet and putting on his best baby blue suit. John walked out the door without looking back; because today was ordinary day, like every other. He put a collar around George’s neck and began their morning walk. As they walked John’s neighborhood became the magic forest. Trees grew gems, dogs became gnomes, people became elves,everything shifted into elements of Johns old home. John was so distracted by the houses shifting into castles that he didn’t see the woman walking towards him. The two collided causing Johns flash back to abruptly end. “I’m so sorr-, John? Is that you?” The older woman said, her each syllable dripped like hunny off her lips, like always. “Susan? Susan! Yes, I was just on my way to meet you.” John stuttered, surprised for the hundredth time by his old friends beauty. Now we are here friends, in the present, watching another one of Johns perfectly normal days. You may think that this must be an unusual day or at least a slightly odd one, but you would be incorrect. Today is normal because every time John sees Susan he gets nervous and stutters, he always admires the magic used to hide her tail and give her legs, and he always gets flashbacks of his old life on the day they plan to meet. “Come on John let’s walk together.” The two walk off to their date hand in hand as they always have because today is normal, just as it always is.
The cart squeaked loudly, disturbing all the other shoppers in the dairy aisle, while Timmy looked for Parmesan cheese. “Gouda…pepper jack….mozzarella…” he whispered to himself as he skimmed the cheese section. His eyes found the Parmesan and he grabbed the last one before an older lady snatched it. She gave him a nasty look before strutting away. “Nana’s gonna love this. It’s the fancy kind.” Timmy said as he crossed it off his list. Only one item remained: carrots. He then realized that the carrots were across the store and at least six old ladies were headed in that direction. He rushed over bumping into grandma after grandma, who screeched and cursed at him as he passed. “What is it with old ladies and chicken pot pie today,” Timmy said to himself as he grabbed the last bag of carrots. On the way to the checkout, he reviewed the list his grandmother gave him. Milk: check. Flour: check. He went all the way down the list til he got to chicken. ‘Wait a minute. That doesn’t say chicken.’ He thought. The lead from the pencil was smudged on the last word. He held the list up to the light and saw the word children, not chicken. ‘Nana’s old. She is just confused.’ He thought but when he looked around he realized she was not mistaken. At least six old women, who he had seen before with no children, were now dragging kids out of the store. “I wonder where Nana got this recipe,” Timmy said before a small wrinkled hand tightened around his shoulder and dragged him away.
“Let’s do something crazy. We can go on an adventure, some where far way from here.” The wind whipped at the children, tearing at their skin.Timothy cuddled closer to his frail little brother.
“Can we go anywhere?” Jonah asked.
“Anywhere. We can go to China and see the dragon or to Australia and see a kangaroo.” He pulled his brother out of the path of a drunken straggler who nearly fell on the boy.
“Can we go see the castle in England? Can we meet the queen?” Jonah perked up.
“Let’s go, right now!” He grabbed Jonah’s hand and they took off into the street. They dodged broken bottle pieces and needles that littered the ground.
The boys laughed as they imagined the barred buildings as prisons and the bystanders as knights. The lady pushing the shopping cart was really a witch and the man smoking was secretly a dragon.
They jumped in the sea, disguised as a pot hole. They ran around the old cars that were really wild horses. The rags they wore transformed into cloaks made of gold and sliver fabric.
They we’re having the time of their lives, turning their home into a wonderland. But the fantasy came crashing down when a car swerved and Jonah wasn’t fast enough to move out of the way.
“Jonah!” Timothy let out a sob as the young boy went flying and landed on the side walk.He ran to his little brother, sobbing and cradling him as blood oozed from his mouth.
“You are okay, you’re okay. We are in the forest, you see that over there; it’s a water fall.” Jonah tilted his head, coughing up blood as he did.
“I see it, it is beautiful.” He choked on the last word; blood stained Timothy’s shirt. He looked to the side.
“There’s a knight there too. He’s coming over to help us everything o-“ he stopped.Everything was not going to be okay. Jonah stopped moving,stopped choking,stopped breathing.
“Jonah! Jonah! Please! Hold on,he’s almost here! Please!” He sobbed shaking his little brother. He couldn’t see through the tears anymore; snot coated his mouth and chin”
“Hey son,come on let’s go.” The police officer grabbed him; carrying him away kicking and screaming. He set Timothy in the back seat of his cop car after a great struggle. Timothy stole a glance at his brother, he was sitting on a white horse next to a knight in shining sliver armor.
Timothy did not take him eyes off of them until they were the size of a gnat. He wished he could’ve gone with his brother, to see the queen.
Neil is a male,blue,half moon fish, And in his tank is a unfinished dish. But Neil is not hungry, not one bit. He has been going to the gym, trying to stay fit.
He has cut out carbs,sugars,and fats. But it would be a while,before he could relax. He must hit is weight goal of half a gram. Before he can dig in to his grandma’s famous jam.
“Dang your a big snake,” I whispered under my breath while looking at the biggest snake I have ever seen.
“Nice snakie, good snakie.”I tried to make the snake want to not eat me. I back up slowly; the snake stabbed its head at my side but I dodged it.
“You know,” Froll, my ally began to quickly back up.”I’m just gonna go-“ He tried to run but I grabbed him by the back of the shirt and rolled with him when the snake lunged at us.
“You're not getting away that easy.”I snapped. “Wait. I have an idea.”
I calmly pulled out the non-lethal item I was allowed to bring. I put the end to my mouth and began to blow. At first, the music from the kazoo was choppy and awful sounding but soon I was able to keep a steady beat.
The music put the snake in a trance causing the snake to bang its head over and over into a tree. After a while, its head caved in and it fell to the ground.
I turned to Froll ”And you thought I was stupid for bringing a kazoo, well who’s laughing now.”
“You are still stupid;just lucky. Let’s go”
“Welcome all to the 385th anniversary of the daily feast of the hungry!” The hostess said with a sly smile across her lips.
”Tonight’s feast is a juicy pork tenderloin.” The pork was served to each of the fifty guests by identical waiters in red aprons.
“With a side of freshly steamed broccoli.“ the broccoli was scooped on to each guests plate slowly to increase their appetite.
“And a nice, juicy, corn on the cob.” The waiters filed up everyone’s plate and went out the back door in a organized manner.
The hostess ,with her perfectly curled hair and her beautiful long red evening dress, sat down and glanced over her guests. Each one looked hungrier than the last.The squirmed in there seats,ruffling up their ball gowns and tuxedos.
“Ladies and gentlemen,”the hostess said as she leaned on her elbows and laced her fingers together.”dig in!”
Her command echoed through the hall.The guests tried desperately to eat but the food moved away from their forks.Zigzagging across their plates to avoid the forks.
So guests began trying to grab the food with their bare hands, but had no luck. Broccoli bounced down the tables,corn shot through the sky like bullets,and pork tenderloin was flying through the air, people jumped off chairs and tables to try and grab one.
But no one could catch the food.Yelling and cursing filled the ball room and the guest became more and more agitated. People threw plates at the walls and forks at the ceiling.One man,in a fit of rage, took a chair and chucked it in to the lit fire place.This caused sparks to fly and the curtains to catch fire.
While all of this was happening the hostess sat at the head of the table finishing up her meal. She took a sip of her wine and got up to leave.
“This has been fun. See you all again tomorrow night!” She called out to the raging crowd.
She headed to the door, heels clicking as she walked. As she closed the giant golden doors of the bathroom she thought to herself,
‘Man,I love Hell.’
“So…” they talk over me. There is a pause. “And…” I am quieted by there voices again. The conversation changes and my story is now irrelevant.
I walk on behind the two.They take up the whole sidewalk.No room for me.
I sit at our lunch table.No one else is here. “Where did everyone go?”I ask someone. “They are eating outside.Didn’t they tell you?” No, they didn’t tell me.
“Ok partner up!” I look around and no one makes eye contact with me.No one looks at me and nods their head.No one turns to me. I work alone.
“Last night was so much fun!”one person says. “It totally was.”says another. “Wait,what did y’all do last night?” I ask. “ Nothing” they say. Yeah,me too.
Like they always say.Three is a crowd.And I guess I’m the third.
I wish I never had let go I wish I could have held on to you forever
I wish that you never had to leave I wish that we could have stayed friends
I wish that you had loved me like I loved you I wish that the good times would return
I wish that you would stop ignoring me I wish that you would see me like you did when we were young
I wish that the old you would return
Please, come back to me, my oldest friend.
