Sketch-not a Green Day story., chapter 1
They say stories end with death. Mine's quite the contrary; it begins with it.
It was a Saturday afternoon, at about 5pm, and when I would normally be at the park, I was at a lawyer's office, being told that someone I knew had past away. When I had walked into the small room, there was 6 other girls. Some was smacking their gum and others were obviously scared. I took my seat at the end of a long table. I hunched over and started fiddling with my thumbs.
Finally, a man with salt-and-pepper hair with a suit to match, stepped inside the room.
"As you know, someone you have known has died; and I would like to talk with you about that. But first, I would like to make sure everyone's here." He said. He pulled out a list and started calling out names. "Samantha Harris." He said, finally calling my name. "Here." I said, not looking up from the table. "Okay, it seems that everyone's here." He said, putting the list back in his pocket. "As you know, you 7 ladies are here for a reason. Does anyone of you know a man by the name of Davey Smith?" He asked while pacing around the room.
I looked up from the table. "I do." I said. "Yeah, so do I." This girl, Olivia Braxton, said. "He was my best friend. I know him better than anyone. I know everything about him." She explained. "How about you 5? Did any of you knew him?" The man asked the girls that sat between me and Olivia. They shook their heads 'no'. "We might remember something after awhile." One of them said. "Ah, true. So, Miss Harris, Miss Braxton, do anyone know of his sketch book? It's quite confusing if you read it. We're using it to try to figure out why he killed himself." The man said, while pulling out the book and flipping through it.
"No." Olivia said very quickly, very bluntly. "I have." I said. He slid the book over to me. "So, you said he killed himself. Where did you find him?" I asked while flipping through the book. "We found him in Adrianna's Forest. Miss Harris, can you read that?" The man asked me. "It figures you found him there, and yes, I can read this." I said. "Why? Is there some sentimental value or something?" He asked me. "You could say that. God, I remember when he bought this thing. He said he needed something to write in. I suggested a journal but he said he couldn't commit to the lines. It would be too perfect, he said. So he bought this." I replied, drifting into my memory. "Could you read this to us?" The man asked. "Yeah." I replied. "So, where would we begin?" The man asked. I paused for a moment.
"Lets start with the key." I replied.
It was a Saturday afternoon, at about 5pm, and when I would normally be at the park, I was at a lawyer's office, being told that someone I knew had past away. When I had walked into the small room, there was 6 other girls. Some was smacking their gum and others were obviously scared. I took my seat at the end of a long table. I hunched over and started fiddling with my thumbs.
Finally, a man with salt-and-pepper hair with a suit to match, stepped inside the room.
"As you know, someone you have known has died; and I would like to talk with you about that. But first, I would like to make sure everyone's here." He said. He pulled out a list and started calling out names. "Samantha Harris." He said, finally calling my name. "Here." I said, not looking up from the table. "Okay, it seems that everyone's here." He said, putting the list back in his pocket. "As you know, you 7 ladies are here for a reason. Does anyone of you know a man by the name of Davey Smith?" He asked while pacing around the room.
I looked up from the table. "I do." I said. "Yeah, so do I." This girl, Olivia Braxton, said. "He was my best friend. I know him better than anyone. I know everything about him." She explained. "How about you 5? Did any of you knew him?" The man asked the girls that sat between me and Olivia. They shook their heads 'no'. "We might remember something after awhile." One of them said. "Ah, true. So, Miss Harris, Miss Braxton, do anyone know of his sketch book? It's quite confusing if you read it. We're using it to try to figure out why he killed himself." The man said, while pulling out the book and flipping through it.
"No." Olivia said very quickly, very bluntly. "I have." I said. He slid the book over to me. "So, you said he killed himself. Where did you find him?" I asked while flipping through the book. "We found him in Adrianna's Forest. Miss Harris, can you read that?" The man asked me. "It figures you found him there, and yes, I can read this." I said. "Why? Is there some sentimental value or something?" He asked me. "You could say that. God, I remember when he bought this thing. He said he needed something to write in. I suggested a journal but he said he couldn't commit to the lines. It would be too perfect, he said. So he bought this." I replied, drifting into my memory. "Could you read this to us?" The man asked. "Yeah." I replied. "So, where would we begin?" The man asked. I paused for a moment.
"Lets start with the key." I replied.
