Modest ImpossibilitiesFour years, four whole years since the day I finally left this place. Mrijev walked through the double doors that he had once looked at in disgust, but now he looked upon those doors with a view of hope.
Mrijev had barely slipped through his days at the school and moved onto college, he graduated easily from there and took out a few more years to be eligible to teach. Never in his life did he think to himself that he would one day be the same thing he had hated to see every week day. He was now here to take place in teaching in Chemistry. He always found it interesting; he always liked to know how things worked and what was more elaborate than life and the world around him.
He stepped into the office and spoke to the lady behind the desk. He spotted in his peripheral three other people filling out paperwork in the chairs on the side of the office.
Hello Mr. Mrijev, we are glad you came. Now please complete these forms in full and we will get you your room number.
StarsThe two brightest little dots,
Both enveloped in the deep black.
Shine brighter than all the other spots,
That all seemed to have turnede their back.
These tiny sources of light,
That shine through the thick haze.
To show themselves only at night,
Ignored by all through the days.
The torment these two must feel,
Always so far but seeming so neer.
They helped with the ignorance they would heal.
But only so close as to peer
They were in love with each other,
Their fealings being the same.
To share these fealings with one another,
We must now watch and pity them.
To Conclude a Lovely YearSeconds passed as minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to weeks, and weeks to months. To the horror of Mrijevs lost soul Izzy left the school. Mrijevs feelings darkened into hate and rage to all that glanced into his blackening eyes.
Mrijev had many secrets nowadays, secret crushes, secret personalities, secret acts, and secret secrets. To the amazement of the boy Inky approached him shortly after his arrival back to the school wanting out. Mrijev worked hard for the breakup to go smoothly only to the let-down of his own being when Inky chose to stay with Kit.
The school year was winding up. Mrijev, Inky, and Kit were preparing for the end of the year in band class. It was free time, the trio was friendly messing. Inky would tickle Kit and Mrijev would join in he secretly knew that his love language was physical touch so he was actually able to show his love to Kit without her knowing. This time the second his finger rested on Kits side he was struck
In Fuzzy RemembranceMrijevs head was still tender despite the time since the fight with Inky. But yet, all he could think of was that day and what had happened.
After accidentally kissing Izzy and his strange dream he woke up in a white room. He looked around the room and rested his eyes on someone sitting in a chair, face hidden behind a DS. Am I in heaven? questioned Mrijev.
Nah, blurted the person, his voice sounded vaguely familiar, Mrijev knew that he had met the person before
Okay then, where am I?
Mrijev observed his surroundings once more realizing the person was right. So, how long have I been out?
Six, Mrijev began to get irritated with the boy, Six what? Minutes? Hours? Days?
So you mean to tell me that I have been in a coma for six months? Mrijev gasped
Surely you must be mistaken Mrijev said not believing what he was
OblivionMy strange tendencies make people flee,
But if you stay, maybe you'll be,
The one for me.
But yes, run, run away!
Run away, it's fine, it's okay!
You are not worth the light of my day!
But if you stay here,
And you promise not to fear,
Then I might drop a loving tear,
For you as I drift unto oblivion.