To LOVE is to EVOL.ve, Story I began writing. Options

[BryMonster]

I used to be really sad
about not being in love and such.
So I began writing a book one
night. I must share chapter one
with everyone.


Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The scene fades in. The day is warm. The humming birds are whistling for the warm tunes of the fall. The sunlight makes the day look amazing, with a glow of yellow. The trees have recently been stripped of their wonderful coats of leaves. The leaves are scattered everywhere. The beautiful shades of red, orange, and yellow cover the base of the trees. Isn’t it interesting how a tree can appear to be beautiful with its coat of leaves even without them being on the branches? It’s almost if you’re deflowering Mother Nature of its beauty, but only to redeem yourself by showing its true beauty. With trees, we are given an abundance of oxygen. Without them, we’d be mere corpses. The light reflecting off of the pond illuminates the bare tree and enhances the color of the leaves scattered on the ground.
On days like these, what could be the worst to happen? Violence, anger, hatred should be disregarded on such a beauty. Ripples in the water are created from the soft landing of a duck. The soft paddle of a duck creates a whirlwind under the water in order to propel itself. The whirlwind turns into a ripple. A boy in his teenage years is walking on the sidewalk close to the pond. Every footstep he makes creates the soothing sound of a leaf crunching. He doesn’t appear to be the average boy. Actually, he appears to be nerdy, a bookworm of some sort. He has a messenger bag loosely resting over his shoulder. Not the average walk you’d expect to see though. He’s rushing for something. He’s wearing a short sleeve button up shirt, very wrinkled and messy. His khaki pants seem like the only organized and ironed item of apparel on him. Apart from that, everything else is a mess. His hair is mid length, and messy. The boy could use a brush. As he continues to walk down this sidewalk quickly he checks his wristwatch every few minutes. He then stops walking. Looking to his right, he sees an enormous building that says “Literature 141” on the front door. He quickly buttons up the rest of his shirt and strokes his fingers through his hair, combing it back. He sighs heavily and walks up to the door. As he extends his arm to grab the cold, silver handle he imagines the reaction of the people on the other side of that door. That door is the one thing that is separating him from himself and the world. He breathes in heavily again, and turns the knob.
He opens the door and closes it quietly behind him. He turns around only to find that the entire classroom is staring at him. The quiet and muffled whispers bother him. His eyes race around the room looking for an empty desk to occupy. The professor of the class approaches him.
“You’re late”, said the professor. “I know sir. I’m sorry” replied the boy. The fact that he had arrived late to his first class of the day, shamed him. “What is your name?” asked the professor.
“Adrian. Adrian Helms.”
“Well Adrian, I’m Professor Steinberg. Please have a seat, so that I may continue to teach this class.”
Professor Steinberg walks back to his chalkboard. He is discussing the syllabus to the class. Adrian quickly walks up the steps and looks for the seat that he had spotted when he entered the room. He quickly takes the messenger bag off of his shoulder; he opens it and takes out a composition notebook and a pencil. Adrian jots down the notes that he had missed. Upon finishing them, he sits back in his seat and pays attention to the Professor. Looking at his watch, he realizes that he has five minutes of class left. He strokes his fingers through his hair once again. The bell rings. Adrian sighs heavily and stands up. A group of laughter starts. A group of four people laugh and point. Adrian turns around and looks at what their pointing at. Only to discover that he sat in a seat that had fresh chewed gummed placed on it. The vibrant light blue color of gum is spread all over the back of his pants. The people walk away. Adrian reaches in his messenger bag and pulls out a sheet of paper. Being crafty, he uses it like a napkin to peel it off. The classroom slowly clears out, but one girl remains sitting in her seat copying the final part of the notes. She stands up and notices Adrian. Trying not to laugh, she looks down at his pants. Adrian turns around and sees her staring at his pants.
“What? Are you going to laugh at me too?” shouts Adrian.
Ashamed, she gathers her things. She wraps her book with one arm and grabs her purse with the other. She quickly walks down the stairs and across the front of the room towards the exit. Adrian watches her as she walks out. He crumples up the sheet of paper and grabs his things. He walks down the stairs and throws the paper in the recycling bin before walking out the door. Adrian follows the girl down the sidewalk and stops her. She turns around to see that it’s him. She quickly turns around again and continues to walk. Adrian runs in front of her and speaks quickly before she can walk away.
“Look, I’m really sorry for lashing out my anger on you. I’ve been having a really rough day.”
“It’s okay”, replies the girl.
She looks Adrian in the eyes. At that very moment, Adrian’s world stood still. She lowers her eyes and then walks away. Adrian looks at her as she walks away. He runs in front of her again and speaks quickly before she can walk away, once again.
“I’m Adrian.”
“I know I overheard you tell the professor. Well, I’m sorry but I have to go. If you don’t mind, I need to get to work in a few minutes.”
She looks at her wristwatch and walks down the sidewalk. Adrian stands there staring blankly at where she was standing. Adrian had a gut feeling for saying something else, something that would spark a conversation or possibly create plans further in the week. He just needed a name.
“Aren’t you going to tell me your name?” politely asked Adrian.
The girl stops in her foot steps. She turns around and looks at Adrian once again.
“Sara. Sara White.”
Sara turns around and continues to walk in the direction that she was walking in. Adrian looks at her and smirks. As she walks away he turns his head and wipes the sweat from his cheeks. He strokes his fingers through his hair and walks in the opposite direction as Sara. As he begins to walk away, he looks down at his wristwatch. “sh*t!” he yells. He jumps in realization that he has another place to go to. Adrian takes off running. His footsteps pounding on the sidewalk create a mixture of the sounds of claps and crunches. The leaves on the ground crunch under every single footstep that he makes. People, carrying on with their everyday lives, look at Adrian as he runs by. He even bumps into a few people while running down the walkway. As he is running, millions of thoughts are running through his head. But the one thing that continued popping up inside his mind was the beauty of Sara. Her beauty hit him like a strong wind behind a closed door, and then the door opens allowing the wind to burst in like a storm. The thought of staring her into her beautiful blue eyes caused him to completely disregard where he was running to. Suddenly, a man with a dolly cart, that contained boxes loaded to the top, backs out of a store. Not realizing what was going on, Adrian accidentally bumps into and falls over the boxes.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry.”
The man begins cursing and swearing at Adrian. Adrian, not knowing what to do, helps pick up the boxes and loads them the way they were. The man continues to yell.
“You damn idiot! Those boxes contained something fragile!”
Adrian continued to apologize but the man wouldn’t accept it. Adrian stroked his fingers through his hair, getting the loose strands out of his face. He puts his hands on his hips and looks around. Adrian quickly looks at his watch and his eyes widen as he sees the time. He continues to run the way he was running. But this time, he has picked up the pace.