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lantairvleaIn a place where conformity is key to survival there is always one every generation or so that manages to take the key to conformity, stare at it several unblinking moments, then pitch it to the edge of the universe. I had the pleasure of knowing such a one.
In the town of Kirash everything was very much the same. We liked it that way. Everyone was easy to get along with because; everyone liked the same thing. The same music, the same food, the same everything. Same, same, same! If one liked it, there were no qualms about another liking it. Then again, what was in Kirash not to like? Everything was the exact same way, nothing new, and since there was nothing new there couldn't possibly be anything old. All was peace, never a fight, never anything. We were all just little drones going about our life following what was said we should liked and disliked.
Then I met Kantie.
Kantie was different. She was that one that appears every so often and throws it all out. What inspired this? No one could be certain. I met her in middle school, at that time I pretty much steered clear of her, as most did. Ignorant of the fact that there was so much more out there than what was the standard, the norm. Of course, at first I was rather uneasy about her, it was startling how she was, but it wasn't long before I became enraptured by the way she lived.
One of the more interesting examples would be found in the unwritten history of the Kirash Middle School's cafeteria. Since everyone liked the disliked the same things it was no problem keeping the kitchen stocked for what was served in each day. Chicken on Monday, Fish sticks Tuesday, and the list goes on through the rest of the school week.
I had just settled myself at the end of the table where I always sat, ready to bite into my peanut butter and jelly sandwich (it was Thursday) when, it so happened, that Kantie sat across from me.
"What? Are you going to eat that or just let it hang there?" She questioned. "Seriously Grey, it's impolite to stare at someone when they're trying to eat." She grinned impishly as she said it, even though her voice was rather chastising.
"Y-y-you're going to eat THAT!?" My jaw was still agape as I stared at what she had piled upon her tray. She had her sandwich like everyone else (really didn't have a choice in that matter, she had the "optional" side (which everyone got because they liked it), along with a drink. But the fact was is that her side was not on the side . . . it was IN her sandwich!
(want to wadger everyone else is doing a PERSONAL narrative?)
In the town of Kirash everything was very much the same. We liked it that way. Everyone was easy to get along with because; everyone liked the same thing. The same music, the same food, the same everything. Same, same, same! If one liked it, there were no qualms about another liking it. Then again, what was in Kirash not to like? Everything was the exact same way, nothing new, and since there was nothing new there couldn't possibly be anything old. All was peace, never a fight, never anything. We were all just little drones going about our life following what was said we should liked and disliked.
Then I met Kantie.
Kantie was different. She was that one that appears every so often and throws it all out. What inspired this? No one could be certain. I met her in middle school, at that time I pretty much steered clear of her, as most did. Ignorant of the fact that there was so much more out there than what was the standard, the norm. Of course, at first I was rather uneasy about her, it was startling how she was, but it wasn't long before I became enraptured by the way she lived.
One of the more interesting examples would be found in the unwritten history of the Kirash Middle School's cafeteria. Since everyone liked the disliked the same things it was no problem keeping the kitchen stocked for what was served in each day. Chicken on Monday, Fish sticks Tuesday, and the list goes on through the rest of the school week.
I had just settled myself at the end of the table where I always sat, ready to bite into my peanut butter and jelly sandwich (it was Thursday) when, it so happened, that Kantie sat across from me.
"What? Are you going to eat that or just let it hang there?" She questioned. "Seriously Grey, it's impolite to stare at someone when they're trying to eat." She grinned impishly as she said it, even though her voice was rather chastising.
"Y-y-you're going to eat THAT!?" My jaw was still agape as I stared at what she had piled upon her tray. She had her sandwich like everyone else (really didn't have a choice in that matter, she had the "optional" side (which everyone got because they liked it), along with a drink. But the fact was is that her side was not on the side . . . it was IN her sandwich!
(want to wadger everyone else is doing a PERSONAL narrative?)
