Aurea
13th April 2012, 5:08 PM
Society
Chapter List:
Chapter 1: Alex Gardener
Chapter 2: Unhappy thoughts
Chapter 3:???
Sid87
doctorwho2010
Notes
This is a fictional story, but based off events that do happen in real life, I hope that all of you who read it will understand how and why stories like this happen due to society, bullying and misunderstandings. Although this Fan-fiction is rated PG-13, there are mature themes in it, overall it also could be quite upsetting, but there will be no major swearing, gore, or violence. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy the story.
Prologue:
Society. That’s it. Just one single word. But that small word defines everyone and anything in it. You follow society, people are scared not to. People are scared to be different. They don’t want to be… an outsider. But what happens if you do? What happens if you break free of societies grasp? Let us say you are different, you do what you want. Let us say you wear different clothes, watch children’s TV programs, or speak out… or play a video game that is aimed at small children, Pokemon? So what does happen if you go against society? Do you get rewarded? Do people look up to with admiration? Or are you ignored? Talked about? Shunned? Maybe… beaten? Do you want to know what drives society? Lack of understanding. And when humans do not understand, we are fearful, and fear turns into hate. Hate for people who just do what they like, hate for people’s personal opinions, hate for people who are free when they themselves are stuck in society. We are free.
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Chapter 1: Alex Gardener
“Alex! Alex, are listening to me? Come out of your room! I told you five minutes ago, tea is ready! What are you doing up there?! Oh, you’re not playing that silly Pokeman-mon-thing game again, are you? You know it’s for small children! NOT sixteen year old boys! I’ve spoken to your father about this, and he agrees, we both feel that you need to stop playing computer games and……”
Stop. Stop it. STOP TALKING! I flinched at my mother’s words, I hated it when she mentioned that I played Pokemon, it made my gut twist up into knots and my face flush. I was curled up on a worn, brown leather bean-bag, DS clutched to my chest, eyes squeezed shut. My fists bunched up as I strained to ignore the taunting and nagging, I wouldn’t go down stairs, I wouldn’t give my mum the satisfaction, so instead I stayed where I was; in the warm, private comforts of my room. After a while the nagging stopped, my mother had ran out of words, I was safe again.
I stood up and stretched, my back muscles were twisted and knotted from having been hunched over for so long. I shook out my legs and wondered over to the bedroom mirror, on the way I placed my black DS softly onto the bedside table, faint tinkling music still coming from the speakers, battle music, I smiled; just thinking about Pokemon always made me break out into a grin. I stood in front of the small mirror and gazed at my reflection; a slightly worried Alex Gardener stared back at me. I was tall for my age, reaching just over six foot, my shoulders were broad, heavy set jaw and a rather attractive face when it was not hiding behind a mop of dark brown hair. My pale green eyes were almond shaped, and held a look of deep worry, as if I was always scared about what people thought about me. That was true enough. I sighed, and gently placed my forehead against the cool glass of the mirror; I hated how I looked.
It was not because I thought I was unattractive, it was because I was attractive that made me hate myself. Where ever I went I saw girls looking at me, I saw then eyeing me up, I saw them whispering to each other, I saw sly smiles and approving raised eyebrows. Everyday people, walking along the street, would cross the road to get away from me, or give me icy glares. When I walked into a shop, the shop keeper would follow me around the isles, just to make sure I did not steal something, and after a minute or two of just wandering around and looking at the goods; I would be told to buy something or leave. I was judged on my looks, my tall height made people scared or nervous around me, they made me feel like a thug, my heavy set jaw and attractive face meant that girls treated me as an item, rather than an actual person. I was not any of these things, yet I had to act like people expected me to, I did go around responding to the smiles and whispers from the girls by winking or smiling back. I did walk around the streets, with my mates and jeered at people walking by. I did all these things because I felt if I didn’t, people would turn on me and push me out of society. I didn’t want to be different.
After a minute or two of just leaning against the mirror, I sighed again and decided just to go to bed; I had nothing else to do. I changed into a pair of long, cotton trousers and lay on my bed, I could hear the soft murmuring of the TV downstairs, dad was probably watching the news, or some kind of soap. I turned around to look at the digital clock on the bedside table;
21:37
I yawned, it wasn’t late but I was tired, and I had school the next day. School, that’s going to be fun, another day of pretending to be a bad-*** chav with a load of swag, hanging out with my mates, talking about things I wasn’t interested in, like CoD or who we were going to beat up the next day. But there would be at least one good thing; I would get to see my girl, Nadine. A soft grin played across my lips as I thought about her, my heart swelled up to twice it’s size. Nadine was not the most attractive girl at school, or the most popular, but she had a feeling about her that pulled me towards her like a magnet.
Remember Alex, you’re meeting Nadine at one thirty in the library, and remember to take her birthday present with you!
I went over the mental note again, just to make sure I would remember it in the morning. After making sure the note was permanently stuck in my head, I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed my DS, flipped open the lid and grinned.
My Gardevoir was doing well, level ninety five and currently taking down a level five Togepi in the White Forest, Gardevoir was EV trained and flawless, she was my prized Pokemon. Just about to attack the Togepi with Psychic, I stopped; a Togekiss would make a great addition to my team, and I needed a flying type anyway. Using a Quick Ball, three seconds later the Togepi was mine, my heart started beating faster; I always felt a thrill when I caught a new Pokemon. Armed with an Exp. Share and the new Togepi on my team, I headed over to the league for some serious training, I wouldn’t EV train until Togepi reached level fifty, I don’t know why I wouldn’t EV train them when I first got them, I just didn’t. Forty or so minutes later, Togetic was level fifty seven and already slightly EV trained.
“Alex? Are you okay?” My mum’s voice drifted through the closed door, sounding slightly muffled, but by the tone of her voice I could tell she was annoyed. “I wasn’t pleased how you acted earlier, and I know you’re going through a difficult time; growing up is very hard.”
Thank God there was no one around to hear that! Thanks mum, just thanks!
“But you have to realise that I’m your mother, and I know best for you, and playing all of these children’s computer games really just isn’t normal.”
My breath stopped. My face flushed again; with embarrassment and anger. I mentally urged her to keep her voice down, even though there was no point; dad already knew and there was no one else in the house. My mind froze at her words, I felt ashamed, and if I hadn’t of known better, I swore I saw the dark shape of a small animal of some sort out of the corner of my eye.
“Anyway, I’m going to bed now, goodnight. Your father and I love you very much.”
‘I love you’? Did she really mean it? After saying I was abnormal? I didn’t know, I was confused and hurt, all I wanted was to go to sleep. I shivered slightly, even though the room was warm, pulled my duvet closer around me, reached out to turn off the light. Just before the light emptied from the room, again, I swore I saw some sort of animal out of the corner of my eye; it seemed to be the size of a small dog, and had huge, bright blue eyes. But I thought no more of it, went to sleep, and in the morning; I had completely forgotten about it.
Chapter List:
Chapter 1: Alex Gardener
Chapter 2: Unhappy thoughts
Chapter 3:???
Sid87
doctorwho2010
Notes
This is a fictional story, but based off events that do happen in real life, I hope that all of you who read it will understand how and why stories like this happen due to society, bullying and misunderstandings. Although this Fan-fiction is rated PG-13, there are mature themes in it, overall it also could be quite upsetting, but there will be no major swearing, gore, or violence. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy the story.
Prologue:
Society. That’s it. Just one single word. But that small word defines everyone and anything in it. You follow society, people are scared not to. People are scared to be different. They don’t want to be… an outsider. But what happens if you do? What happens if you break free of societies grasp? Let us say you are different, you do what you want. Let us say you wear different clothes, watch children’s TV programs, or speak out… or play a video game that is aimed at small children, Pokemon? So what does happen if you go against society? Do you get rewarded? Do people look up to with admiration? Or are you ignored? Talked about? Shunned? Maybe… beaten? Do you want to know what drives society? Lack of understanding. And when humans do not understand, we are fearful, and fear turns into hate. Hate for people who just do what they like, hate for people’s personal opinions, hate for people who are free when they themselves are stuck in society. We are free.
…………………………………………………………………..
Chapter 1: Alex Gardener
“Alex! Alex, are listening to me? Come out of your room! I told you five minutes ago, tea is ready! What are you doing up there?! Oh, you’re not playing that silly Pokeman-mon-thing game again, are you? You know it’s for small children! NOT sixteen year old boys! I’ve spoken to your father about this, and he agrees, we both feel that you need to stop playing computer games and……”
Stop. Stop it. STOP TALKING! I flinched at my mother’s words, I hated it when she mentioned that I played Pokemon, it made my gut twist up into knots and my face flush. I was curled up on a worn, brown leather bean-bag, DS clutched to my chest, eyes squeezed shut. My fists bunched up as I strained to ignore the taunting and nagging, I wouldn’t go down stairs, I wouldn’t give my mum the satisfaction, so instead I stayed where I was; in the warm, private comforts of my room. After a while the nagging stopped, my mother had ran out of words, I was safe again.
I stood up and stretched, my back muscles were twisted and knotted from having been hunched over for so long. I shook out my legs and wondered over to the bedroom mirror, on the way I placed my black DS softly onto the bedside table, faint tinkling music still coming from the speakers, battle music, I smiled; just thinking about Pokemon always made me break out into a grin. I stood in front of the small mirror and gazed at my reflection; a slightly worried Alex Gardener stared back at me. I was tall for my age, reaching just over six foot, my shoulders were broad, heavy set jaw and a rather attractive face when it was not hiding behind a mop of dark brown hair. My pale green eyes were almond shaped, and held a look of deep worry, as if I was always scared about what people thought about me. That was true enough. I sighed, and gently placed my forehead against the cool glass of the mirror; I hated how I looked.
It was not because I thought I was unattractive, it was because I was attractive that made me hate myself. Where ever I went I saw girls looking at me, I saw then eyeing me up, I saw them whispering to each other, I saw sly smiles and approving raised eyebrows. Everyday people, walking along the street, would cross the road to get away from me, or give me icy glares. When I walked into a shop, the shop keeper would follow me around the isles, just to make sure I did not steal something, and after a minute or two of just wandering around and looking at the goods; I would be told to buy something or leave. I was judged on my looks, my tall height made people scared or nervous around me, they made me feel like a thug, my heavy set jaw and attractive face meant that girls treated me as an item, rather than an actual person. I was not any of these things, yet I had to act like people expected me to, I did go around responding to the smiles and whispers from the girls by winking or smiling back. I did walk around the streets, with my mates and jeered at people walking by. I did all these things because I felt if I didn’t, people would turn on me and push me out of society. I didn’t want to be different.
After a minute or two of just leaning against the mirror, I sighed again and decided just to go to bed; I had nothing else to do. I changed into a pair of long, cotton trousers and lay on my bed, I could hear the soft murmuring of the TV downstairs, dad was probably watching the news, or some kind of soap. I turned around to look at the digital clock on the bedside table;
21:37
I yawned, it wasn’t late but I was tired, and I had school the next day. School, that’s going to be fun, another day of pretending to be a bad-*** chav with a load of swag, hanging out with my mates, talking about things I wasn’t interested in, like CoD or who we were going to beat up the next day. But there would be at least one good thing; I would get to see my girl, Nadine. A soft grin played across my lips as I thought about her, my heart swelled up to twice it’s size. Nadine was not the most attractive girl at school, or the most popular, but she had a feeling about her that pulled me towards her like a magnet.
Remember Alex, you’re meeting Nadine at one thirty in the library, and remember to take her birthday present with you!
I went over the mental note again, just to make sure I would remember it in the morning. After making sure the note was permanently stuck in my head, I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed my DS, flipped open the lid and grinned.
My Gardevoir was doing well, level ninety five and currently taking down a level five Togepi in the White Forest, Gardevoir was EV trained and flawless, she was my prized Pokemon. Just about to attack the Togepi with Psychic, I stopped; a Togekiss would make a great addition to my team, and I needed a flying type anyway. Using a Quick Ball, three seconds later the Togepi was mine, my heart started beating faster; I always felt a thrill when I caught a new Pokemon. Armed with an Exp. Share and the new Togepi on my team, I headed over to the league for some serious training, I wouldn’t EV train until Togepi reached level fifty, I don’t know why I wouldn’t EV train them when I first got them, I just didn’t. Forty or so minutes later, Togetic was level fifty seven and already slightly EV trained.
“Alex? Are you okay?” My mum’s voice drifted through the closed door, sounding slightly muffled, but by the tone of her voice I could tell she was annoyed. “I wasn’t pleased how you acted earlier, and I know you’re going through a difficult time; growing up is very hard.”
Thank God there was no one around to hear that! Thanks mum, just thanks!
“But you have to realise that I’m your mother, and I know best for you, and playing all of these children’s computer games really just isn’t normal.”
My breath stopped. My face flushed again; with embarrassment and anger. I mentally urged her to keep her voice down, even though there was no point; dad already knew and there was no one else in the house. My mind froze at her words, I felt ashamed, and if I hadn’t of known better, I swore I saw the dark shape of a small animal of some sort out of the corner of my eye.
“Anyway, I’m going to bed now, goodnight. Your father and I love you very much.”
‘I love you’? Did she really mean it? After saying I was abnormal? I didn’t know, I was confused and hurt, all I wanted was to go to sleep. I shivered slightly, even though the room was warm, pulled my duvet closer around me, reached out to turn off the light. Just before the light emptied from the room, again, I swore I saw some sort of animal out of the corner of my eye; it seemed to be the size of a small dog, and had huge, bright blue eyes. But I thought no more of it, went to sleep, and in the morning; I had completely forgotten about it.