Story I wrote

I wrote this as a creative piece.. I'm interested to hear the newschoolers respone as well as how it does or not character figure in your own life:

Sam Giber
Creative Assignment #2
2/8/2007

I was over it. Years had past, and it was still the same. I was living in a movie, but not that kind with a profound message at the end. Instead, the kind where the meanings lost, never quite gets across, and everyone leaves thinking it sucked.
“Douche, HEY, Douche lets go. What you thinking about anyways? Well, whatever, get in the cah. We gotta grab the beer tonight”. Off me and Paul go, illusions of grandeur dragging before us, on the all too familiar course to the liquor store. This routine has been followed religiously by Paul, and I for the past three years. Paul calls me, “Yo lets go, I’ll be there in five”, picks me up “Yo, you want a lip”, and then drives quickly to the store, focused only on the night to come. Paul rarely speaks for the rest of these rides, his mind filled with the “wild possibilities” of what could happen on this night.
This is my life. This is what I wanted to do since I was young, what the movies taught me, what I thought was good. But now, I wish I could get out and watch, live, be a different movie. Yet, I can’t, my faith in the possibilities each night holds to strong, and me, to weak to let go. There is no one to help me get out, no hand reaching out to pull me out. And I retreat into my life.
Paul and I return, triumphantly and dish out the alcohol to its respective investors. It’s the regular party scene, the regular loud girls, spilt beer, crying, and hookups. However, tonight a relative stranger to this scene, Elle, is there. Elle is not us. I used to think she never could be us. Now I realize we could never be her. I want to be Elle. “Yo Elle” I shout over lamely. She looks up, and we make our way over to each other, it seems to take forever overemphasizing the distance between our worlds. Finally we reach other, Elle looks me over “You look nice, special occasion?”
“Nah, this is what we always do”
“Oh really”
“Yah”, Elle thinks I’m an idiot already, this is what we always do, and that’s exactly what’s wrong.
“Must be fun”
“Yah, its same old, same old”, how Elle could think this is fun. Elle understands what’s important, what is right, what it’s all about. Elle’s world disconnects from ours when you look at its purpose. Her planet if building up, looking ahead; Our planet, has its foundation in falsies, and is beginning to crumble
“Hey buddy, I’ve been looking for you all night, let’s go. Ruit table’s got our name on it”, Elle smiles understandingly and Paul pulls me away to a distant end of the party, as I watch Elle fade into the crowd.
I can’t find the remote. The movie keeps going, my life keeps going, everything keeps going. To cope I show up late on purpose, its how I fast forward this movie. What you’d do if you didn’t have the remote and only wanted to watch certain parts. So, I’m late, or I leave and comeback, sleep through it, go to the bathroom.
I’ve done it again, passed out to awake in a house I don’t remember. I creep downstairs; everyone’s gone, I’m alone, proud after again successfully skipping the night.
Walking to my car, I notice some stragglers smoking in their car, and ask for a hit. Shortly, the journey continues, I float to my car and find myself cruising in no time. I drive around, packing, listening to radio, in no mood to head home. Looking down, I change the station; Zero 7 fills the temporary silence of my car. “Do you believe, In what you see, Motionless wheel, Nothing is real Wasting my time, In the waiting line, Do you believe in, What you see”
Suddenly I hear a scream, my cars bobs up and down as I run over something.
I brake quickly, and jump out, a figure lays motionless on the street. Sprinting over, I look in disbelief at Elle’s unmoving body.
The movie pauses, everything stops, time stands still and I feel relieved. In the distance I hear the song continue, fading into the night.
“Wait in line, 'Till your time, Ticking clock, Everyone stop”.