Following The Green, chapter 1
The world seemed to pass by my eyes, in a constant blur of scenery. Nothing of much importance was contained in this haziness, as it seemed for every teenager in the society today. Speaking of society, what had become of it? No one knows, really. Our parents say the music we listen to “isn’t even music�. Most of us aren’t old enough to vote, so what’s the point of freedom of speech? Yes, we are the minority. Our “privileges� are extremely limited. Which leads most of us to get involved in other things. Things such as drugs.
Once I was a typical, A+ student, loved by the teachers. Sure, I had friends, though I wasn’t popular. Life was good. But life isn’t always good, right? If it were that way, we would have the perfect world. And then one day, my life took a turn for the worst. Things change, that’s the way it is. Some of us learn to deal with the stress, the pressure, the anxiety—others don’t. I was one of those others, along with millions of other teens. So I changed, too. Slowly, I edged away from my friends. My grades dropped. The teachers didn’t know what to think. My dad forced me to see a physiologist which didn’t do much good. Instead, I turned to the streets.
The day I met St. Jimmy was a now “normal� day for me. I decided to skip school again, because I was more depressed than usual. I’d heard about this guy from other kids on the streets, other kids whose homes had become a burden that they had to escape. How I managed to grow up in the Bay area and never hear of this guy, I am still wondering myself.
You can’t describe St. Jimmy in words. Seeing as I expressed no certain religion, He was my God. Once-a-month visits soon became weekly visits, which turned into daily visits. School became another unfamiliar place to me. The once-hazy world no became an unclear, black-and white picture in my colorless biography. But there was one color. A beautiful shade of emerald green, unlike anything I’d ever seen in my life.
His name I didn’t catch. He was another frequent visitor of St. Jimmy. I met a lot of people on the streets, but this one was different. His whole body and face was black and white, like everything else, except for his eyes. They were like pools of emerald-green water, filled with emotions. They seemed to be lighting the way in the tunnel of darkness I was currently trapped in. I didn’t know who he was, or where I was, but I just followed his beautiful green eyes and hoped that I would make it out OK in the end.
Once I was a typical, A+ student, loved by the teachers. Sure, I had friends, though I wasn’t popular. Life was good. But life isn’t always good, right? If it were that way, we would have the perfect world. And then one day, my life took a turn for the worst. Things change, that’s the way it is. Some of us learn to deal with the stress, the pressure, the anxiety—others don’t. I was one of those others, along with millions of other teens. So I changed, too. Slowly, I edged away from my friends. My grades dropped. The teachers didn’t know what to think. My dad forced me to see a physiologist which didn’t do much good. Instead, I turned to the streets.
The day I met St. Jimmy was a now “normal� day for me. I decided to skip school again, because I was more depressed than usual. I’d heard about this guy from other kids on the streets, other kids whose homes had become a burden that they had to escape. How I managed to grow up in the Bay area and never hear of this guy, I am still wondering myself.
You can’t describe St. Jimmy in words. Seeing as I expressed no certain religion, He was my God. Once-a-month visits soon became weekly visits, which turned into daily visits. School became another unfamiliar place to me. The once-hazy world no became an unclear, black-and white picture in my colorless biography. But there was one color. A beautiful shade of emerald green, unlike anything I’d ever seen in my life.
His name I didn’t catch. He was another frequent visitor of St. Jimmy. I met a lot of people on the streets, but this one was different. His whole body and face was black and white, like everything else, except for his eyes. They were like pools of emerald-green water, filled with emotions. They seemed to be lighting the way in the tunnel of darkness I was currently trapped in. I didn’t know who he was, or where I was, but I just followed his beautiful green eyes and hoped that I would make it out OK in the end.
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