An exercise in creative writing

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Boredom

Chris grew up in a very busy family. He had a busy mom, a busy dad and a busy big sister. Only Chris was not busy. He couldn't have been too busy, as no one in his house had paid any attention to him. They were all so too busy.

Chris had many toys but he wasn't interested in playing with toys.

Chris had many books but he wasn't interested in reading.

Chris had many DVDs but he wasn't interesting in watching them.

Chris wasn't interested in any of those things. Chris just wanted a friend. Someone with an attentive ear who would sit down and listen while Chris describes his day and tells what dreams was he dreaming last night. However, Chris did not have a friend. His family was too busy to become his friends and also too busy to introduce Chris to another friend.

In his boredom, Chris decided to go on a journey and to find a friend. His little hands turned the knob around and his little feet started walking down the street. No one noticed. They were all busy. Chris continued in his quest to find a friend. His little eye balls moving from side to side, searching for a friend.

Chris saw a man strolling with a huge bin and a broom and asked him "Do you want to be my friend?" but the man was busy and didn't answer. Then he saw a little girl riding on her red bicycle. "Do you want to be my friend?" he asked, but the girl was too busy, enjoying her ride, so she didn't answer.

Chris continued his search but everyone were too busy for him. He lowered his eyes and saw a ladybug crawling on the grassy path beside the sidewalk. He asked the ladybug "Do you want to be my friend" and the ladybug stopped and turned and started crawling again. Chris thought it might be a 'yes' the language of ladybugs so he followed it around, his eyes stuck on the ground, watching the ladybug crawl around.

The busy mom and the busy dad and the busy sister. The busy street cleaner and the busy littler girl on the red bicycle all stopped what they were doing when they heard an awful screeching sound. A car had run over a small kid who was following his new ladybug friend to his death.


--Time's up--

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