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N Third Power

Prelude

I liked my world. It wasn’t perfect, but then not much is. The only things that kept me going were my friends, my family, and of course, my games.

My games were what I loved. I made everything into a game. I think that was one reason my friends, and my family loved me so much. Whenever they were down, I could bring them up. Ha-ha, if they could just see me now, alone, desecrated, without hope, dreams, or a future.

This journal is for anyone out there still alive, who finds it and reads my past, the world’s past, and of course their own past. Whoever is reading this, I will tell you the story of how I became this person, who used to be full of joy and pleasure, turned into a tired, sorrowful old, um, I don’t even remember what I am anymore. Also, please forgive my untidy writing; I am trying to write this down so that I may go on to a better place.

The day it happened was normal. It was about to be spring and everybody was excited. If only they knew what was coming. I was 17 at the time and was going steady with my girlfriend, Emily. Emily and I had been going out for almost 3 years, and after high school was over, she and I were thinking on how we could go to the same colleges. The problem was she was a straight A student, where as I made A’s and B’s. We only had one more year and we would graduate. I would major in computer design, and she would major in law. When we had argument I usually lost. That was one thing I always hated was her being a lawyer.

School had let out for spring break, and I still remember the conversation I had with her.

“So am I going to see you during break?”

“Of course Em, you know I love you and I couldn’t go a week without seeing you.”

“You always know what to say John.” She looked at me with those sparkling eyes showing me true love. “You’re going to call me tonight right?”

“How about this, we’ll make it a game. Whoever calls first and gets an answer wins, and the other loses.”

“Oh, John, you and your games, but ok, I’ll play, but what do I get for winning?”

“Hmm, how about I’ll do your homework for you for a whole week?”

“Oh deal, John. I hope you like Geometry,” she smiled as she said it. She knew that I wasn’t as smart as her, but she was willing to risk it, because she knew that I would make sure it was right.

We kissed each other goodbye, but it wasn’t the same kiss, it was different somehow. We went into our cars and drove home. That was almost last time I ever saw her, and sometimes I would wish it was the last time I talked to her too.

I drove home and right when I stepped in the door I heard the phone ring. I couldn’t believe it, she lived almost a half hour away from school and I only lived about 10 minutes. I picked it up, “Hello?”

“Hey, John,” it was Emily.

“How did you beat me?”

“That doesn’t matter, John. Listen I want you to listen very carefully, ok?” She sounded scared which concerned me.

“Ok.”

“John I love you, but I just this note in the mail.”

“So?”

“I’ve been invited to Harvard Law when I graduate!”

“So?”

“John, please listen. I can’t let this go. This is an amazing scholarship. I go for all 4 years for almost nothing! All I have to do is make A’s every semester, I pay for are my books, and all I pay is the tuition! I’m sorry. I thought I should tell you so you could try and get into a college near Harvard.”

“Oh really well guess what?”

”John, please understand…”

I interrupted her, “No, you understand I can’t get those grades, so if you decide to go then you go alone!”

“John, I have to go, I’m sorry.”

“Yah, well, I gave you two years, and you just decide that you can go without me? Well fine, but remember this, you are a bitch!”

I said it. I called her that and almost instantly I heard tears. I heard faint crying and then click, she was gone. That was the 2nd to last time I ever talked to Emily. I was so mad and heartbroken that I automatically went to my room where all of my games were. They would never leave me; they wouldn’t forsake me like Emily did.

They were gone.

End of Prelude