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Alright, I just got done the first chapter. I don't have a name of the book, but here's the first chapter.
By the way, this is ALL COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL! Steal it, and DIE!
It was an icy Saturday morning at Mass General Hospital. The date was February 14th, 1974, and a boy named Brian was born. That was in the past though, his mother reminiscing of the first day of her son’s life. She was remembering this moment because it was at this moment that she was truly in love with someone more than herself. Now, being 19, Brian decided it was time for him to move along and find a new life. He didn't regret leaving the house, although he would miss his mother, he wouldn't remember his father. His father, the same man who was supposed to love and care for him, was going to be a footstep in the sand, nothing important. There was something that caused this though, some sort of underlying message that wasn't talked about around the house. Brian picked up his scattered bags on the floor and put them in a cab waiting outside the house. He was standing on his stoop outside of his house in South Boston, giving his goodbyes to his mother. The tears in her eyes were visible as the sun magnified them; the sun setting on Boston had given everything an orange glow. It really brought out the best of Brian; he loved sunsets, he always thought he’d be an emotional sap for it, but he still loved them.
"Mom... I'm gonna miss you so much," Brian said. The line fumbled out of his mouth as he couldn't hold back the tears. He embraced his mother tightly, reminding her that he'd be back one day, and that'd he'd write back home to let her know how he was doing. After embracing for about a minute, Brian quickly ran into the cab, escaping the emotions running though his mind, and told the driver to bring him to Logan Airport, where he'd be catching a flight out of town to Chicago. The windy city, he thought to himself, I'm gonna do great there... I just know it! The voice inside his head, so full of enthusiasm and poise, he was almost excited to leave. All he brought with him was $1,000, his acoustic guitar, a bag of clothes, a notebook of scribblings (mainly poetry), and a plane ticket. He was going to be starting a new life over in Chicago, leaving behind his past, filled with pain and regret. He didn't want to remember, but the scars on his body told every detail. He would not be able to escape his past, but, only try to forget.
As he was staring out the window of his cab, he saw the school where he went to as a youth. He looked a bit blank as he looked at it, as if there was some sort of void. Moments of his youth flashed in his memory. He remembered mostly negative thoughts. He was a quiet kid in his schooling years, he never appreciated competitive sports, he was always the wallflower. He was more into other things. When he was in school, he was beaten up a lot. The kids, mainly jocks, who could get away with anything as they ate coal and shit diamonds, would mock him, calling him a pussy and a fag. Common insults, he would think to himself, there’s no substance. He only had about 2 friends during high school, his friends Elliott and his old girlfriend, Katrina. Elliott was a mild-mannered kid, just like Brian, the only thing much different about him was his sexual preference, which is why he would also be beaten up with Brian. It was a rumor around the school that Brian was gay, because he hung around with the “gay” kid. Brian liked to mess with people though; he would lead them on and pretend he was, just to see the reaction. Normally it was a punch, but he wasn’t afraid, the worst of it was when he came home.
His girlfriend Katrina was a very nice girl, from what he remembered of her. She had long brown hair, her eyes matched her smile, perfect. He shared his first kiss with her, he gave his virginity to her… there wasn’t much they didn’t do, but their love wasn’t really physical, they connected on a mental state. Brian would always remember her as “the most beautiful woman to grace the fucking earth.” He would always say this with a hint of sadness in his voice, as his last goodbye wasn’t a fair one. Brian tried shrugging off the thoughts of Katrina, as he didn’t want to remember, he just wanted to get to the airport, to get the thoughts of his childhood off of his mind, and finally leave behind the place that had caused him so much pain.
As he kept looking out the window, he kept thinking about Katrina and his mother. They never did like each other, but he still had a tremendous amount of love for both of the women. I guess you could say the only reason they tolerated each other was because of Brian, but that was just pessimistic thinking. The sights all around Brian reminded him of various moments of his life. He passed Foley Field where he played his first game of Little League, which his father made him play. He looked the other way; he didn’t want to remember that place either. Although it was just a Little League field, it reminded him of his father, and that was something he was trying to leave behind.
Finally about 20 minutes after leaving his old residence, he came upon his stop for Logan Airport. He took his bags out of the trunk of the cab, paid the driver about $54.87 in total with tip for the ride, and walked up to the entrance on the airport. Brilliant, there goes some of the cash I need... he thought to himself. Fucking cabbies, always costly no matter the destination. But that was a stupid matter he thought to himself, he needed to be focused on his future. He began thinking of himself playing his guitar in front of a room full of people, about 200 of them. He wanted to be a rock star since he was about 13 years old. It’s not that he was a great musician, he was alright at guitar in the long-run, but he wanted to be a musician because of the feeling. He just wanted to share a piece of himself with the world, so that other people understood how he felt. He was just sitting on the stage, his long brown hair covering over his eyes as he looked at the fret board of his Yamaha acoustic. Playing his heart out… he had dreams alright, he wasn’t going to forget. Once he got to the Windy City he needed some sort of simple income, he thought to himself. Just something to hold him over, he thought maybe just a small stint in construction until he could go without working for a month. Whatever, he thought; he picked up his bags, and walked into the airport. He walked through the doors and was amazed at the huge ceiling, he’d never seen one as high as the vaulted ceiling at the airport, he’d never been out of Boston in his life and this was the most amazing site he’d seen. Right above the Museum of Science, where is where he would always catch Laser Light shows with his girlfriend and Elliott, it was their Friday night routine after all.
He had walked through the beginning of the building up to the Delta Airlines station, where he would pick up his boarding pass and drop off his stow-away items. He waited in line and looked at a man in line for another airline, and got the strangest feeling of déjà vu. It kind of looked like his old creative writing teacher, hidden behind a huge bushy beard. He stared for about 20 seconds trying to pry off the beard with his eyes, and stared away realizing that he was being rude.
He eventually got to the front of his line where he talked to a correspondent of the airline. She asked him for some basic information, just his ID and plane ticket. He handed both to her as she took them and began to maniacally punch numbers into her computer. Brain noticed her name tag; it said “Stacy.” I remember a girl named Stacy… but from where? he thought to himself. The woman looked to be in her extremely late teens and early twenties, he thought it could be her… but he shook it off, he thought nothing of it.
Eventually, time caught up with Brian as he was being asked for his stow-away bags. He handed his clothing bag and guitar bag to the woman as she place identification tags on them for the air crews. She took the bags and put them on an automated belt that carried the bags behind the scenes to be put onto his plane. He had made sure his guitar bag was labeled with a fragile sticker, as it was his most prized possession now, besides a few odds and ends that he kept of Katrina’s. The woman handed Brian his boarding pass, she told him his terminal number and to have a nice day.
Brian walked away and went through airport security with a breeze. Carrying just his carry-on bag, he pulled out his cassette player and plugged in a Nirvana tape. He threw in the tape “In Utero” and pressed play. The cassette left off in the middle of the song “Dumb,” one of his favorites. He walked with a chipper skip in his walk to his airport terminal, where he sat down and eyed the clock down. 4:30… he thought to himself, it was now 4:04, his flight would be leaving in 26 minutes. He figured there was about 20-25 minutes of music left on his cassette player, so he just stared at the people walking around the airport to pass time.
He saw all kinds of regular people. A lot of business men he thought to himself, there was one family that was running through the airport like bats out of Hell, trying to catch their flight. They almost parted all the people in their way. It reminded him of a story in the bible where Moses parted the Red Sea, he chuckled. As a kid he was raised Catholic, but later in his upbringing at about the age of 15, he began to stray away from the religion and by the age of 16, he considered himself agnostic, although he had done his communion and his confirmation, both. He enjoyed the bible when he read it, he remembered, it was a great work of fiction that told people about good morals, but he just couldn’t agree with some of the religion’s beliefs. He shrugged to himself and tried not to create a religious debate in his head.
Time had passed thinking of stupid things; it was now 4:22. He walked over to the boarding gate and sat, he was the first in line to get onto the plane. All he had was 8 minutes to burn and he would be beginning a new life he thought. There were 3 songs remaining on his Nirvana cassette, so he figured he would just listen to them to pass the time. It felt like he had skipped through time, but he came upon the song “All Apologies” and the clock read 4:28. He thoroughly enjoyed the song, that one line he kept thinking of and eventually began to hum:
All in all is all we are…
All in all is all we are…
All in all is all we are…
Brian didn’t know what it was, but there was something about that line that just felt… right. It’s as though the meaning of life was summed up in that line. He put too much thought into it, it was just a song after all. He looked up at the clock again as the song on his cassette player ended; the clock read 4:31. The woman who collected boarding passes had been a bit late, but never sooner in Brian’s eyes. She announced on the microphone over a small PA system that the non-stop flight to Chicago was now boarding. He handed her his pass and he walked onto the plane. He chose a seat about 4 aisles back from the front, as he wanted to get off the plane fast when he got to Chicago.
He sat down in his chair, next to the window of course as he was a first-timer on a plane, and a woman sat next to him. She had medium-length blonde hair and blue eyes. He hadn’t noticed her, but she just looked at him and said “So, what takes you to Chicago?” Brian turned around and saw her, just replying with “Life, I’m starting new there…” When he saw her, his world almost stopped for that moment; it was almost scary to him that she resembled somebody he knew. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but he got a very good vibe from the woman. He looked into her eyes and almost melted, and he’d just met the woman; he felt truly weak as he ended his line. As he talked to her, he found out her name was Cayleigh. Brian and her struck up a conversation; everything seemed to just click, like they’d known each other for years. They talked about what they did in Boston. They both were leaving to Chicago to start anew, but they had grown up on different parts of town. Brian grew up in South Boston, mainly Irish, and she had grown up in Cambridge, where most of the well-off kids lived he thought to himself. She said that she had a friend in Chicago that was getting her a job. She seemed to be excited, you could tell from the look on her face. Eventually, it came to a point where their conversation was broken by the pilot’s voice on a PA system for the plane. The stewardesses were going through the normal safety belt routine, so cliché he thought. During all this the plane had been backing out and such to get onto the runway. At last, the plane began to pick up speed and finally took off.
As the plane took off, Brian’s head immediately was turned to the window, fascinated at how Boston looked from above. He pointed out the Prudential Tower to himself. The city got smaller and smaller. It was refreshing in a sense; it marked down to himself that he was finally leaving this town behind, starting new. As the city disappeared over the thin cloud cover in the sky, he turned back to Cayleigh and began to chat again, feeling accomplished and confident.
Tell me what you think.
-Nate
By the way, this is ALL COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL! Steal it, and DIE!
It was an icy Saturday morning at Mass General Hospital. The date was February 14th, 1974, and a boy named Brian was born. That was in the past though, his mother reminiscing of the first day of her son’s life. She was remembering this moment because it was at this moment that she was truly in love with someone more than herself. Now, being 19, Brian decided it was time for him to move along and find a new life. He didn't regret leaving the house, although he would miss his mother, he wouldn't remember his father. His father, the same man who was supposed to love and care for him, was going to be a footstep in the sand, nothing important. There was something that caused this though, some sort of underlying message that wasn't talked about around the house. Brian picked up his scattered bags on the floor and put them in a cab waiting outside the house. He was standing on his stoop outside of his house in South Boston, giving his goodbyes to his mother. The tears in her eyes were visible as the sun magnified them; the sun setting on Boston had given everything an orange glow. It really brought out the best of Brian; he loved sunsets, he always thought he’d be an emotional sap for it, but he still loved them.
"Mom... I'm gonna miss you so much," Brian said. The line fumbled out of his mouth as he couldn't hold back the tears. He embraced his mother tightly, reminding her that he'd be back one day, and that'd he'd write back home to let her know how he was doing. After embracing for about a minute, Brian quickly ran into the cab, escaping the emotions running though his mind, and told the driver to bring him to Logan Airport, where he'd be catching a flight out of town to Chicago. The windy city, he thought to himself, I'm gonna do great there... I just know it! The voice inside his head, so full of enthusiasm and poise, he was almost excited to leave. All he brought with him was $1,000, his acoustic guitar, a bag of clothes, a notebook of scribblings (mainly poetry), and a plane ticket. He was going to be starting a new life over in Chicago, leaving behind his past, filled with pain and regret. He didn't want to remember, but the scars on his body told every detail. He would not be able to escape his past, but, only try to forget.
As he was staring out the window of his cab, he saw the school where he went to as a youth. He looked a bit blank as he looked at it, as if there was some sort of void. Moments of his youth flashed in his memory. He remembered mostly negative thoughts. He was a quiet kid in his schooling years, he never appreciated competitive sports, he was always the wallflower. He was more into other things. When he was in school, he was beaten up a lot. The kids, mainly jocks, who could get away with anything as they ate coal and shit diamonds, would mock him, calling him a pussy and a fag. Common insults, he would think to himself, there’s no substance. He only had about 2 friends during high school, his friends Elliott and his old girlfriend, Katrina. Elliott was a mild-mannered kid, just like Brian, the only thing much different about him was his sexual preference, which is why he would also be beaten up with Brian. It was a rumor around the school that Brian was gay, because he hung around with the “gay” kid. Brian liked to mess with people though; he would lead them on and pretend he was, just to see the reaction. Normally it was a punch, but he wasn’t afraid, the worst of it was when he came home.
His girlfriend Katrina was a very nice girl, from what he remembered of her. She had long brown hair, her eyes matched her smile, perfect. He shared his first kiss with her, he gave his virginity to her… there wasn’t much they didn’t do, but their love wasn’t really physical, they connected on a mental state. Brian would always remember her as “the most beautiful woman to grace the fucking earth.” He would always say this with a hint of sadness in his voice, as his last goodbye wasn’t a fair one. Brian tried shrugging off the thoughts of Katrina, as he didn’t want to remember, he just wanted to get to the airport, to get the thoughts of his childhood off of his mind, and finally leave behind the place that had caused him so much pain.
As he kept looking out the window, he kept thinking about Katrina and his mother. They never did like each other, but he still had a tremendous amount of love for both of the women. I guess you could say the only reason they tolerated each other was because of Brian, but that was just pessimistic thinking. The sights all around Brian reminded him of various moments of his life. He passed Foley Field where he played his first game of Little League, which his father made him play. He looked the other way; he didn’t want to remember that place either. Although it was just a Little League field, it reminded him of his father, and that was something he was trying to leave behind.
Finally about 20 minutes after leaving his old residence, he came upon his stop for Logan Airport. He took his bags out of the trunk of the cab, paid the driver about $54.87 in total with tip for the ride, and walked up to the entrance on the airport. Brilliant, there goes some of the cash I need... he thought to himself. Fucking cabbies, always costly no matter the destination. But that was a stupid matter he thought to himself, he needed to be focused on his future. He began thinking of himself playing his guitar in front of a room full of people, about 200 of them. He wanted to be a rock star since he was about 13 years old. It’s not that he was a great musician, he was alright at guitar in the long-run, but he wanted to be a musician because of the feeling. He just wanted to share a piece of himself with the world, so that other people understood how he felt. He was just sitting on the stage, his long brown hair covering over his eyes as he looked at the fret board of his Yamaha acoustic. Playing his heart out… he had dreams alright, he wasn’t going to forget. Once he got to the Windy City he needed some sort of simple income, he thought to himself. Just something to hold him over, he thought maybe just a small stint in construction until he could go without working for a month. Whatever, he thought; he picked up his bags, and walked into the airport. He walked through the doors and was amazed at the huge ceiling, he’d never seen one as high as the vaulted ceiling at the airport, he’d never been out of Boston in his life and this was the most amazing site he’d seen. Right above the Museum of Science, where is where he would always catch Laser Light shows with his girlfriend and Elliott, it was their Friday night routine after all.
He had walked through the beginning of the building up to the Delta Airlines station, where he would pick up his boarding pass and drop off his stow-away items. He waited in line and looked at a man in line for another airline, and got the strangest feeling of déjà vu. It kind of looked like his old creative writing teacher, hidden behind a huge bushy beard. He stared for about 20 seconds trying to pry off the beard with his eyes, and stared away realizing that he was being rude.
He eventually got to the front of his line where he talked to a correspondent of the airline. She asked him for some basic information, just his ID and plane ticket. He handed both to her as she took them and began to maniacally punch numbers into her computer. Brain noticed her name tag; it said “Stacy.” I remember a girl named Stacy… but from where? he thought to himself. The woman looked to be in her extremely late teens and early twenties, he thought it could be her… but he shook it off, he thought nothing of it.
Eventually, time caught up with Brian as he was being asked for his stow-away bags. He handed his clothing bag and guitar bag to the woman as she place identification tags on them for the air crews. She took the bags and put them on an automated belt that carried the bags behind the scenes to be put onto his plane. He had made sure his guitar bag was labeled with a fragile sticker, as it was his most prized possession now, besides a few odds and ends that he kept of Katrina’s. The woman handed Brian his boarding pass, she told him his terminal number and to have a nice day.
Brian walked away and went through airport security with a breeze. Carrying just his carry-on bag, he pulled out his cassette player and plugged in a Nirvana tape. He threw in the tape “In Utero” and pressed play. The cassette left off in the middle of the song “Dumb,” one of his favorites. He walked with a chipper skip in his walk to his airport terminal, where he sat down and eyed the clock down. 4:30… he thought to himself, it was now 4:04, his flight would be leaving in 26 minutes. He figured there was about 20-25 minutes of music left on his cassette player, so he just stared at the people walking around the airport to pass time.
He saw all kinds of regular people. A lot of business men he thought to himself, there was one family that was running through the airport like bats out of Hell, trying to catch their flight. They almost parted all the people in their way. It reminded him of a story in the bible where Moses parted the Red Sea, he chuckled. As a kid he was raised Catholic, but later in his upbringing at about the age of 15, he began to stray away from the religion and by the age of 16, he considered himself agnostic, although he had done his communion and his confirmation, both. He enjoyed the bible when he read it, he remembered, it was a great work of fiction that told people about good morals, but he just couldn’t agree with some of the religion’s beliefs. He shrugged to himself and tried not to create a religious debate in his head.
Time had passed thinking of stupid things; it was now 4:22. He walked over to the boarding gate and sat, he was the first in line to get onto the plane. All he had was 8 minutes to burn and he would be beginning a new life he thought. There were 3 songs remaining on his Nirvana cassette, so he figured he would just listen to them to pass the time. It felt like he had skipped through time, but he came upon the song “All Apologies” and the clock read 4:28. He thoroughly enjoyed the song, that one line he kept thinking of and eventually began to hum:
All in all is all we are…
All in all is all we are…
All in all is all we are…
Brian didn’t know what it was, but there was something about that line that just felt… right. It’s as though the meaning of life was summed up in that line. He put too much thought into it, it was just a song after all. He looked up at the clock again as the song on his cassette player ended; the clock read 4:31. The woman who collected boarding passes had been a bit late, but never sooner in Brian’s eyes. She announced on the microphone over a small PA system that the non-stop flight to Chicago was now boarding. He handed her his pass and he walked onto the plane. He chose a seat about 4 aisles back from the front, as he wanted to get off the plane fast when he got to Chicago.
He sat down in his chair, next to the window of course as he was a first-timer on a plane, and a woman sat next to him. She had medium-length blonde hair and blue eyes. He hadn’t noticed her, but she just looked at him and said “So, what takes you to Chicago?” Brian turned around and saw her, just replying with “Life, I’m starting new there…” When he saw her, his world almost stopped for that moment; it was almost scary to him that she resembled somebody he knew. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but he got a very good vibe from the woman. He looked into her eyes and almost melted, and he’d just met the woman; he felt truly weak as he ended his line. As he talked to her, he found out her name was Cayleigh. Brian and her struck up a conversation; everything seemed to just click, like they’d known each other for years. They talked about what they did in Boston. They both were leaving to Chicago to start anew, but they had grown up on different parts of town. Brian grew up in South Boston, mainly Irish, and she had grown up in Cambridge, where most of the well-off kids lived he thought to himself. She said that she had a friend in Chicago that was getting her a job. She seemed to be excited, you could tell from the look on her face. Eventually, it came to a point where their conversation was broken by the pilot’s voice on a PA system for the plane. The stewardesses were going through the normal safety belt routine, so cliché he thought. During all this the plane had been backing out and such to get onto the runway. At last, the plane began to pick up speed and finally took off.
As the plane took off, Brian’s head immediately was turned to the window, fascinated at how Boston looked from above. He pointed out the Prudential Tower to himself. The city got smaller and smaller. It was refreshing in a sense; it marked down to himself that he was finally leaving this town behind, starting new. As the city disappeared over the thin cloud cover in the sky, he turned back to Cayleigh and began to chat again, feeling accomplished and confident.
Tell me what you think.
-Nate