Thursday, March 15, 2007

SimFiction: Don't READ THIS!!
01:Kidnapped...
MATT The street was snowing white so I decided to skip class and go strolling

outside instead. I don’t really fancy walks like this but I THINK it’s better than sitting in a space barred with four dull white walls and listen to boring speech. I passed Tahoe Avenue and turned to the right at a corner. I passed a bakery; the smell reminded me of Christmas’ Eve. How dear mom would bake a chocolate cake that night and we ate it before going to bed. I would always lose getting the biggest piece between my older brothers. Hm… I wonder how they are doing. I know now dad must be fishing at Cramper Creek with his friends. Maybe mom’s watching her favorite soap opera now…
I walked along Joyce Lane until I reached the hot spot for homeless and hobos. It’s a hot spot cos’ the nice café owner always give a generous amount of warm cocoa or cakes to them, a total life saver, that old café owner. I came across this one guy (or was he a kid? He seems young) and found him (to my surprise)

knocking on trash cans like they were drums instead of begging for food or money in the cold. I watched the guy-that-looked-like-a-kid swiftly banged on the ‘recycled drums’, producing such a nice street music. In the end, his performance received a great applause from the people who cared to listen and watch. I was one of the people. At the corner of my eyes, I could see the hobos and homeless huddling over in a group, their faces full of jealousy and pale from cold. I could have sworn one of them said ‘show-off snob’. Uh oh, maybe I should save the kid-looking-guy before the hobos mutilate him from jealousy.


RAY Ah… the income for today’s performance is as slow as the snow, but I’ll wait. People said good things come to those who wait. Hm… where have I heard that? Whatever, what’s important now is that I need to buy a new jacket. Not the fancy Armani or the expensive Camel. Just a decent jacket that’ll keep me warm during the winter. Looks like it’s going to be a white Christmas which is bad because that means that it’s going to be really cold and quiet. I hate that

silence; it pierces through your ears and mind like an annoying high-pitched ring. Hm… ah! Who’s this generous guy?! He gave me 100 bucks! Wow!
I looked up at the kind donor with my hands stiff cold like a dead turkey holding on to the money just in case someone steals them away. I think I’m getting frostbite. That’s bad. The generous man looked at me with his eyes so tiny that I thought he might be a mix of Chinese or Japanese. Well, as long as he doesn’t hurt me or anything I won’t hold any grudge so I smiled and thanked him as politely as I could. He didn’t respond. Is he deaf or he can’t understand English? Okay… I’ll just keep smiling and nodding showing that I was grateful for his kind donation. I must have looked like a stupid pigeon, bobbing my head up and down. He was quiet with that really…really…curious smile etched on his face. Then he held out his hand to me, expecting a handshake from me. I thought simultaneously, Oh? You wanna be friend? Okay… So we shook hands. Wow… his hands are so warm… (which was really pleasant since his hands aren’t that coarse or smooth. Just the normal city boy’s hands) It surprised me that he didn’t flinch from shaking my awfully freezing hand.


MATT I liked the kid. He was cute (for a guy). What am I saying? He’s extremely cute especially the way his face turned from a pale white to red blushes for receiving warmth from my warm hand and generosity (I am kinda wealthy, in a way).
I think I’ll kidnap him. That’s what my Dark Side would say. But the Good side said, not KIDNAP, just ADOPT him. Okay, Good side, listen to me. First, I’m a freshman in Oakland Liberal Arts University and both my housemates are seniors. I am a MAJOR in MUSIC COMPOSITION which I’m failing greatly for some few reasons and I can’t just walk up the Superiors’ Office and say “Hi, I just picked up this guy off a street so I was thinking if I could keep him here at the campus since he’s like a dog pet to me and cute too,” Nope. I can’t adopt him. There’s the tiresome paperwork to be filled in and I’m just 18 years old. I’m legally adult but not old enough to adopt any kids. So, Good Side, listen to me. I’m gonna KIDNAP him, a homeless kid. Well, it IS sort of a charity work, Right? Besides, I need a drummer. I could hear the DARK side cheering, somehow… am I insane?
Just as soon as we’ve finished shaking hands, I invited him to join me for a drink at Gior Gin. It’s not really fancy but the drinks there are really nice and kinda cheap too. $4.50 for a hot cup of cappuccino. Is that cheap? Well, it’s the cheapest thing around this district. Yeah, maybe I am nuts…


author: AHA! You read it! thanks, anyway...XD
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