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It felt like any other day. People would laugh and cry, flowers would bloom and wilt. The robber would be caught, the diseased would be cured. Infants would be born into the world, and elders would leave this earth peacefully.

Life is founded upon a balance. But that balance is severely unbalanced. I couldn't wrap my head around why anything happened.. and I wasn't prepared for what is to come.
Everything would change from that day on, yet it would remain the same old balance of unbalance. A distasteful world, yet somehow sweet. Why did it have to happen this way?

That fateful day, I remember waking up to the wonderful smell of her freshly made blueberry waffles, the syrup that complimented them so well. A glass of orange juice to power through the long day that lies ahead, and my favorite utensil that I somehow grew attached to.

She had put her hair into a bun, so it would not get messy while preparing the meal for me. She always knew how to please me, and I always pleased her. The mutual relationship between us was something that, at the time, couldn't be dismantled.

But I wasn't expecting it to end. I wasn't ready to accept the unfortunate fate of something I held so close to me. I didn't want to let go, and neither did She.

The walk to the bus stop was a short trek, but the wait for the transportation to the education facility was always untimely. I was surprised the driver wasn't corrected yet. But the sad fact of our balanced reality is that people will turn a blind eye to almost anything. Feigning ignorance of the mistakes, pointing fingers at others and crying "evil". This isn't justice, it's a pick-and-choose universe.

You could see people in shrouds viewing the world for what it is, and yet they do nothing either. Unbalanced, the world spins out of control, as does society. The miserable existence of the world could only be improved by Her. She was the only light I could follow. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself that I should be thankful that I have her, and so long as I did, I could proceed in life at a normal, calm pace. No pressure, no insecurites, I had already claimed what I wanted in the world, and I would never let it go.

The bus arrived. The loud shrieks of joy coming from the bus was painful to my ears, but it made me powerful to know that I had more self control than those around me. As far as I was concerned, I was better than them. I didn't belong there. I retreat to my mind to do some required reflecting.

We reached our destination, the highschool that I once loved, I began to loathe as the massive amount of feeble, weakminded teenagers flooded out of the vehicle to invade my precious habitat.

Wandering through the crowd of unfeeling, simple-minded individuals, I felt alone and out of place. There wasn't anyone here that could relate to me, they were focused on fitting in with the popular ones who, in my opinion, were also as feeble as everyone else. They weren't special.

The classes we took never really gave me what I needed. The teacher, slacking off while at his computer, began to search for pictures of females from japanese animations that are disgraceful to the female race. I couldn't relate to him, and I couldn't learn from him. He was useless to me.

During lunch, I stared at my tray, examining all of the distasteful excuses for nourishment they provided. I pushed it away, disgusted. I began to think of all of the wonderful meals She might prepare for me once I get home. Perhaps a nice roast or something spicy. I was excited.

Distracted, I failed to notice the individual standing close to me. I wasn't a very talkative person, so I pretended I didn't notice them. This didn't work, of course. They apparently had a keen attention span and noticed the distinct change in my expression.

"Food's pretty bad, huh?" she said, as she sat down next to me. I had never been one for human interaction, but I knew I should at least make room by shifting over a little to the left. She greeted me with a handshake, and told me her name. She seems to be very good at this.

"My name is Samantha, but you can call me S. What is your name?" I was reluctant to divulge such information, but reciprocation is probably important. I'll never make it in school if I don't have any friends, after all.

I told S my name. She chuckled softly and said "That's an interesting name." Embarrassed, I requested that she refer to me as M. She agreed, and we began to talk about several things. I was quite surprised to find that she had such an interesting personality, and that she was so good with words. Nothing like all of the kids in the school. S was special.

The day continued, we interacted a lot between classes. We were getting along great, and it was going very fast for a friendship. By the end of the day, she asked if I would bring her to my house and we could have fun there. I was rather inconsiderate, so I didn't even begin to think if She would have made any extra food, or would approve of the visit. Regardless, I said yes.

S took out her cellphone and called her mother, to let her know that she will be home a little late, but will remember to complete her homework. S seemed to always be on her best behavior, always obeying her parents. Never taking any risks, and sometimes even missing out on things because of it. It's something I can certainly appreciate in someone, but I question if she's doing it for the right reasons.

The walk to my house was rather long. S seemed to make it interesting by finding a nearby aluminum can that someone had littered. We kicked it back and forth as we walked down the path, sometimes losing it in the bushes. We began to give up on the particular aluminum can and continued walking to my house. Though we had lost the previous Can, we found even more down the path. I began to be rather upset at all of the wrongdoings that people make, throwing garbage along the streets while people are trying to pick them up. The rude people who drive over a large puddle while people are walking, to deliberately soak them in rainwater. Still, S made me feel that there is hope in society. S was different.

We arrived at my house, only to find flashing lights of blue and red. Keeping a calm composure, I walked over to a nearby police officer and asked them "What seems to be the problem, Officer?"

He began to look worried. He said several things so swiftly that I couldn't decipher them, I was confused. I was able to make out a few words though, but these struck me with disbelief.

"your", "She". I was in denial that anything happened. But then.. I began to hear the squeaking of the wheels, feeling the friction of the rotating objects that delivered her to the vehicle.

He was talking, but I couldn't hear anything. I began to feel dizzy as I came to find I had lost it. I had lost Her. My light. I wasn't ready to let go.. I fell to my knees, hoping that it was all just a bad dream. I couldn't handle what was happening. I fell unconcious.. I hoped and prayed that, by some random chance, I would forget any memory of it. I would hope that it would numb the pain I was feeling.

It didn't.

It was then that I began to question everything. I wondered why these things happened. Why it happened to me. I began to lose my mind, obsessed with understanding. I needed to know. I began to blame society. I considered violence towards it.

I needed to understand why this balance of unbalance existed.

Wow. You have to follow this up now, because I'm too engrossed in it to leave off. xD That was one of the best story entries I've seen on here, man. Nice work.

Eirinn : Thanks. It's the first story I've ever really put any effort into.

And yes, I do plan on continuing this and finishing it. Not sure when though, there's some more important things I have to focus on right now.

This story is pretty cool actually. I like this a lot! I really hope you make a few more chapters for this. I was so sad to realize that the chapter ended.