Disagreements and Fights

"The other side of the coin, part 3"

Tch. So many women in his life, and he's only 15. He retired to his bed, and laughed himself to sleep. As he did, he uttered a few lyrics from a song he knew long ago, right before his eyes closed.

"I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill, my share of losing,
And now, as tears subside, I find it all
So amusing.
To think I did all that,
And, may I say, not in a shy way,
Oh no, oh no not me. I did it My way..."

He drifted off into a peaceful, dreamless slumber.


When he awoke, he realized he had the strangest of dreams. He had dreamed that he was chatting with one of the girls from the video game he's making... over Gmail! What a crazy thing that was. Being the philosophical and thoughtful person he kept telling himself he was, he recalled the night before to try to find a reason to this madness.

"Hmmm... let's see... The hill... talking to myself... nature photos... 8th grade retreat... that girl..."

"That girl..."

His mind began to wander off track, as it always does when he is thinking to himself. That girl. That fight. Two years of madness. He quietly laughed to himself. "Tch. There seems to be nothing about my childhood I can look back on without embarrassment, is there? Ha!"

He recalled the details of that fight. He was... He was a fool back then. For whatever becrazed reason, his entire life revolved around bringing that girl down a few notches. What he only realized years later, though, was how each and every one of his attacks grazed off of her and hit someone else.

That counterfeit letter. The yelling matches. All of it.

He even recalled that even nowadays, whenever the subject came up between him and a certain Halo-obsessed friend of his, the Halo-obsessed one would always say that "That fight split the entire class up into two factions." But the one who started the fight... He never realized. He was blinded to the world around him. He was always insane, but during those two years, it was in a very different, more mentally unhealthy way.

He even remembered that during that year, when the fight was supposedly done and over with, he wrote a play about it as part of a school project. It wasn't like the blog entries about it he did in recent days, where he simply reminisced about it. In fact, it was half retelling the story, half shoving his victory into her face. It even made it as one of the few plays done by the professional actors. In retrospect, all he was doing was displaying their folly for all to see. That, and re-kindling a dying flame.

Even to this day, three years after their supposed peace treaty, there was still a bit of name calling and unkind words, although it was thankfully on a much more friendly and playful level.

"Sigh. Why is it that there is nothing in my childhood that I can look back on without regret?"

He wondered what he will end up regretting from this year. Probably interaction with that tall, loud, annoying kid in his class. He regretted that already.

But before he got into that, he first had to eat breakfast. He was starving, which was quite a rare occurrence.



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