Do you believe in true evil? A man asked me when I was a little boy. Those words froze me. I never cared for the idea of true evil until that moment. What was true evil? How can we define evil? Are we all evil or is there a line we draw that defines good from bad?
Will we ever truly understand ourselves and the world around us or will we forever be stuck in a constant state of stagnation in our own thoughts?
I would hope to search for the answer through my younger years. However, no answer ever arose. Soon I forgot about the question that plagued my world. Now I'm in my Junior year of Highschool without a care in this world.
I sat in my classroom staring at the chalk white ceiling, paying no mind to the words of the person who was supposed to enlighten our young minds. Looking deep in Mr. Smith's eye's I could see how much of a disappointment he was. There was no life in his eyes, like a dead cow. His monotone way of speaking further proved how he had lived a life he never wanted. The cruelest fate for man.
A life without fulfilling your desires is no life at all. A life I wish to not live. I heard Mr. Smith shout in a dead tone to the class, for us to take our pencils out. It was time for our weekly Math test. He had the class representative Sarah hand out a slim sleek piece of pale paper to everyone.
I sat in the corner of the room by the window so that would make me the last person to receive my test sheet. I watched everyone receive their paper and begin their equations. Some students struggled while others excelled. One girl was sailing through the questions, to the naked eye it seemed as if she was guessing but when giving a closer look you could see the confidence in her face. She took about 5 seconds to read the question then took a split second to answer.
By the time I received my paper I could tell she was more than halfway done. Looking at my paper I saw hints of the black ink used to write the questions down. The tinges of black were smeared across the paper like a ballet dance.
I thanked Sarah for my test and started gathering my thoughts. I took one more look at the rest of the class and saw the girl had already finished her test. I was surprised at how quickly she finished but when I reviewed the sheet of paper I saw only ten questions. I darted my head over to Mr. Smith and saw he had passed out on his table.
Looking at the time I saw class was going to end in ten Minutes. I decided to snap out of my daze and focus on my test. The test was easy and precise. It wouldn't require any person with a brain to think for too long. I quickly finished my test and placed it on Mr. Smith's desk.
After a couple of minutes, the school bell rang, and it was time for Lunch.
Everyone quickly ran out of the room and rushed down the hallway. Despite all the shouting and dashing Mr. Smith never woke up. A look of dissatisfaction came across my face. How can this man be a teacher?
As I slowly walked my way out of the room, I saw the girl who quickly finished her test. Her name was Jennifer. She stood alone staring out the window. The bright sunlight had made her into an irresistible beauty. Her dashing blonde hair flowed like a silk river shimmering in the light; she had diamond blue eyes that would glisten in the dark and a face that was perfect. She had full lips, full cheeks, a smooth forehead, symmetric nose that perfectly aligned with her eyes and to capture it all she had a well-defined jawline.
I realized I was staring at her and quickly turned my head away, but before I looked away, I saw her beautiful smile. The sun only accentuated her beauty, making her look like a goddess. Walking away from her I could feel something was wrong, it felt as if someone was staring at me.
Going down the hall towards the cafeteria, I saw a group of students gathered looking at a board. Stopping in my tracks, I saw what the commotion was about. It was the midyear exam scores. I remember the day we finished the exam everyone was panicking and worried about their scores. I guess that's what the average student does.
Standing there I heard the voices of the other students. Some were proud of their ranking while others fell to their knees crying at how bad they did. Watching all of them made me curious as to what I got. I spent three minutes searching for the ranking until I found it.
Exactly as I thought, right in the middle of everything. Out of the 236 students in my grade level I was ranked 118. I was proud of my ranking, not too high to make it seem like I was special and not too low that made me seem retarded.
Ever since I was a kid my parents thought that there was something wrong with me. They always thought that I was different from other kids. I was disconnected from the social world, never interacting with others. For years my parents took me to see a multitude of therapists hoping for me to get better. I never understood them.
However, when I turned 7 years old, I learned how to fake being normal. My parents were happy that I became a normal kid, but inside I was still me. Hollow of emotions. Regardless of that, I still played as a normal boy to have my parents leave me alone. Despite everything my parents put me through, I had one person in my life who treated me like a true family member. My sister, Carla among everyone in my life she was the only one who truly cared for me. She never called me weird or thought I needed help, if I had the ability to love anyone, I would Love her. Nevertheless, I'll never truly know if I'll ever be able to love or be loved.
Leaving the group of students behind, I continued to make my way to the cafeteria.
As I made my way through the crowds of students, I felt a cold rough hand grab my shoulder. Looking over my shoulder I saw Orson, with a smile across his face. Orson was a friend of mine; I've known him since I was 14. We met in English class; we were both assigned to a project and since then we've been close. Orson had a handful of friends, but he seemed to be especially attached to me.
"Hey Trevor heading down to the cafeteria?"
"Oh, Orson I didn't see you. Yeah, I'm heading down to the cafeteria. I haven't eaten today, and I really need to eat."
"I'll join you."
Orson wasn't a bad person, he was a loyal friend, but I didn't enjoy his company, he was a loud person and would always bother me in my alone time. However, he was one of the few people that I could interact with. After about a minute we made our way to the cafeteria. Hundreds and hundreds of students were everywhere shouting, laughing and enjoying themselves.
The scene was a nightmare, I enjoyed the peace and quiet as opposed to the loud ruckus that was school. Looking around for somewhere to sit we saw a lone table in the corner of the cafeteria. Sitting at that lone table was another student. He had medium black hair that went down to his shoulders, His large red eyes could soak a piece of cloth with blood. He had a nice, chiseled jaw and sharp cheekbones. His name was Thomas, another friend of mine.
I met Thomas when I was 10 years old just as I created my fake persona. I saw him for who he was, and he saw me for what I was. Despite seeing the real me he didn't care, but that could be because he had lacked the fundamentals of what it meant to be a human being.
Orson saw Thomas and began shouting his name to get his attention. Orson's loud and obnoxious voice had made everyone in the cafeteria sound like rats squealing. I could feel everyone shooting eyes of daggers at us, so I hid my head under my hoodie.
Thomas popped his head up and saw the two of us, he waved for us to come over, I slowly made my way over to the table with hundreds of eyes looking at me. It took a while for the gaze to finally die down but when it did, I felt a warm ray of sunshine cover my chest.
"Thomas did you see the midyear exam scores got released. Yet again I was towards the bottom?" Said Orson.
"Yea I know I was ranked second."
No Suprise with Orson being at the bottom of the rankings... again. Thomas was second for the first time in a while, that was surprisingly shocking. Who could have dethroned him as the smartest kid in the school?
"Thomas how are you ranked second, you're like a prodigy, you get perfect scores in almost everything you do?" Said Orson
"Well, when I checked I saw a girl named Jennifer was ranked number one so either she cheated, or she is on a whole new level compared to me."
Jennifer? The same girl by the window? Was she that smart? Jennifer's genius began to pique my interest. By societies standards she would be considered the perfect woman, however there had to be something wrong with her. No one is perfect.
"Jennifer? I saw her today in my class. She blew through her test today like it was nothing. She is one special girl." I said.
"I also had a class with her today. She was probably one of the hottest women I've ever seen. She is perfect." Said Orson.
I agreed with him but in truth I couldn't care less, she was someone who brought too much attention to herself being seen with some like that would ruin my beautiful quiet life. So, I figure that avoiding her would be for the best. However, knowing Orson he'll try and make a move on her.
After talking with Thomas and Orson for a while we heard the bell ring, and it was time for us to go to our last class. Thomas and I had our last class together, so we decided to walk together to our final class. Jennifer was also in the class with us. So that would be exciting.
My final class of the day was science, and it was with Ms. Monroe, the most attractive teacher in this school. To say she was gorgeous was an understatement, Jennifer was beautiful, however Ms. Monroe blew her out of the water. She showed everyone what a real woman was.
As we made our way to the class, we encountered Jennifer in the hallway outside the room. Jennifer stood there looking at us with a blank expression on her face, her eyes darted back and forth between me and Thomas. It was impossible to tell what she felt because of her plain dead face.
Seeing how she showed her dead face to us, I decided to break the tension and open the door. The loud creak of the door snapped everyone out of their staring contest, and we all went into the classroom. Inside there was no one except Ms. Monroe. She greeted us with a nice warm smile.
"Hi, Thomas, Jennifer and Trevor, Hope you're doing good today."
We all answered her question with a dead response. Soon several students flooded the classroom, and it became crowded quickly. After many students sat in their seats, Ms. Monroe finally began her class. Ms. Monroe was considered one of the best teachers in the county. She had a 100 percent pass rate for the final exams last year.
She made headlines last year as the best teacher in the county last year. She only takes care of the best; my class is filled with students who ranked within the top 100 during the Final exams. Not only was she an amazing teacher, her soft way of speaking was like listening to a symphony produced by the sea.
Eventually the time had passed, and the day was almost over. As I was packing my bag and putting my notes away, I heard a soft, yet haunting voice call for me.
"Hey, Trevor you want to walk home together?"
It was Thomas, he had already finished packing and was about to leave. Just as I was about to give him my response an even softer voice had called out to me.
"Sorry Thomas but Trevor needs to help me out after class, he'll go home with you another day."
Ms. Monroe said. I figured out what this was all about. I shrugged my shoulders as if I didn't know what was going on. Thomas understood what I meant and soon left. After a couple of minutes, it was just me and Ms. Monroe.
"Trevor... I missed you... You're ignoring my calls. Why? Did I do something wrong or am I not your type anymore? I can change. Is it the hair? The nails? My face? I'll fix it all! Just love me. I won't last without your love."
Ms. Monroe had an abundance of mental issues, the most prominent being her attachment issues. This wouldn't be an issue for any other guy, but I found her more annoying than hot. I'd prefer it if she served me any use However, she does nothing for me. I knew acting dumb would cause her to have a mental breakdown, so I needed to play it cool. Act like I love her.
"Katherine. Baby, what are you saying? I'll always love you; you should know you're the only one for me. You don't need to change anything because you're perfect."
"Trevor... I-I can't believe you. Y-you think I'm perfect. I LOVE YOU. I'll do anything for you because I LOVE YOU! Please don't ever leave me."
"Don't worry Katherine. I'll never leave you."
This is almost too easy. She's so gullible and easy to control. It's almost boring. All I have to do is spit crap at her and she'll eat it up. How someone so stupid exists is beyond me. I've gotten sick of this tool. After spitting random words of love at Ms. Monroe I left the classroom and soon the building. I can't feel any sympathy for her, she is her own person, and she knows what is right from wrong. I'm bored, I need to get home and get ready for later.
only one thing can truly bring me enjoyment