Drabble [Assignment, Character Elaboration]
He thinks you are what is said about you.
When he wakes, his mother tells
him he is late and irresponsible, and you should seriously begin to schedule
your time better because this is not the kind of attitude a future Columbia
University student should have. And now, I don’t care how long you stayed up, or
how many alarms you set to ring- what were you doing staying up that late
anyways?
In first period, his teacher doesn’t care that he is late.
Because if you don’t care than why should I care?
During lunch, he is the
quiet one on the end of the table who makes everyone feel uncomfortable. Passing
groups of chattering underclassmen whisper not so lowly about how much of an
‘enigma’ he is, and oh, you just used a vocab word! And why doesn’t he go with
that one girl to the movies, because wouldn’t you know, they’d be the cutest
couple ever. So then shouldn’t he at least give her the time of day?
In
his last class, he is loathed with admiration. Because do you see how his eyes
communicate more emotion than his words, and how his gestures flow with ease as
each perfectly punctuated line escapes his lips, and why can’t all of you be
more like Luke and actually care about what you’re saying rather than reading it
like it’s a script?
That night he is alone and troubled, and finds
himself sitting rather comfortably on the curb of his driveway. When filling out
the report, an eye witness whom had saw the events that occurred afterwards
mentioned how calm he had looked in the thin light of the street lamp, and how
he’d barely even lifted his chin when the beams from the van cascaded down his
features in that one last moment before the accident.
In death, he
doesn’t need people to tell him who or what or how he is; how wonderful a
student, how loved a son, and how missed a friend. He thinks you are what is
said about you, and when people stop saying things about you, than it is only a
matter of time, you see, before you are absolutely nothing at all.