LIGHTNING STRUCK AND TWICE I CLOSED MY by oreo the cookie EYES
TWICE, Have you ever seen lightning strike twice in one place? Odds are, probably not. The chances of that happening are 1 in 9 million. Apparently, though, the mechanics are more complicated than that. Lightning follows the path of least resistance through the air; therefore, it’s more likely that lightning will follow through the original channel the first bolt went through, rather than going through a different route. Regardless, it’s a rare phenomenon. You even could call it a miracle, if you’re a “glass half-full” type of person. 1 in 9 million. I wonder what the odds of meeting her were. ~~~ It’s not a nice story. It’s not a drama, or a romcom, or one of those 3rd-rate slow-burn trash fics that you binge at 3 AM while under your blankets, unable to fall asleep. It’s not really a story of anything, really. There’s no hero, no girl, and certainly no riding off into the shining sunset happily ever after. If there was, I wouldn’t be writing it, trying to find closure in such an laughable way.
… At the end of the day, it’s just a pointless, pathetic story. It’s sad and meaningless and forgettable, like a lot of everything else in life. But I need to tell it. I need to get it off my mind, because I can’t get it off my mind. I’ve given up on trying to figure this mess out because I can’t. I’m tired and desperate and it’s 12 in the morning, so I’m just going to write. Like most stories, this story begins with a man and a woman. Well, teenagers, really. And like most stories that fall into this type of cliche, they don’t know each other, and they don’t intend to– No. Let’s start over. There’s a boy and a girl. The boy is your typical high school slacker, the average student coasting his day-to-day life with shallow entertainment and meaningless conversation, calling it “living in the moment.” He’s 15 and hasn’t really gotten a taste of the world yet. He’s got ambitions and dreams, but he doesn’t feel the need to act on it yet because turning 18’s still 3 years away and to him, that’s a whole lifetime. The girl is… well, to this day,
I’m not sure who she is, or who she’s meant to be. She’s 15 as well, but she’s prepared, studying ahead, ready to enter the real world. She’s got ambitions and dreams, and she’s already laid out the groundwork to act on them because turning 18’s only 3 years away and for her, that’s not enough time to do all the things she wants to do. Neither of them know the other. Sure, you could say that they do know of each other, given the fact that they’ve been stuck in the same classes since middle school, but they don’t know the other. Not as classmates, and certainly not as friends. It’s by a coincidence, a mere sliver of a chance that they meet that first summer day. It’s maybe 8, maybe 9 in the morning, in the library. School’s barely a month out, and there’s plenty of time before the new school year starts up in September. He’s been sitting alone at one of the window-side tables for the past 2 hours, reading through a stack of light novels whose name I don’t remember–maybe 10, maybe 12 books in total. When she arrives with her pile of prep books–SAT, AP Bio, who knows what else–and slides MAY 2021||The penchant|6
