Once upon a time there were two friends with two minds, two very different minds, and they longed for adventure. The two friends always dreamed that their story would begin with once upon a time, like a fairy tale, even if it was certain that their story wouldn't end like one. Isn't that how most realistic fairy tales work in the real world anyways? With the start of hearing once upon a time being read to you and in the end with nobody standing by a deathbed and telling you happily ever after. Perhaps people do that at other occasions in life but that never really made sense to me. I mean, how could you tell someone happily ever after when the end game is that they'll die? They never did quite meet their endings in fairy tales. Perhaps I'm just odd. Well, of course, I'm just odd. However, that isn't really the point at this time.
I guess that my point is that it’s not an easy task to die without meeting death. It was not to be encouraged. And yet in the town where everything was in shadows and where everything looked dreary, it was very encouraged. There was hope for change in that encouragement, and although it was uncertain whether that change was a good change or a bad change, it was still hope. Hope wasn't a common thing in this little sad town, you see. Hope was like an extinct dinosaur. It was all gone except for it's remains. Remains were a start to a discovery, even if it's unclear how far that discovery will lead.
I'm not supposed to think that way. I'm not supposed to make points or over think the differences between our town and other places. I'm not supposed to go looking for clarity and defining hope. We're supposed to feel hopeless, not encouraged to solve puzzle pieces. My mind is different and beautiful and stunning is what I've heard from multiple friends but all their complements do is remind me of how divided we are. My mind can be all of those things, yes, but it can also be scary and unstable and completely untrustworthy at times. While they tell me that I'll end up okay, I tell them I'll end up dead. While they try to be positive, I shut them down with negativity. When we were coming of age are fates were selected for us like our elders that came before us. Mine was as rare and as unusual as my mind. It's easy to want to push your friends away when you know the future. Soon they're all going to leave me. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt. It hurts a lot.
Oh, I'm sorry. I almost forgot to introduce myself, although I'm sure you already know who I am. Isn't that right, Mr. Interviewer? Well anyways, my name is Bain Taylor. I'm an eighteen year old girl who is homeschooled online because the government of this damn town doesn't think it's proper for the future to be in a public school around real people who have human flesh and personality despite the fact that I'm part of their same species and population. And because I already know that you're going to ask me to clarify my fate for your tape in which you'll play the script of mine as a prologue for your book because I'll ask you to do so, I was given the fate as a teller of the future, an oracle without a base. I guess I should thank you for allowing my story to begin the way my friend and I had always dreamed, so thank you. And now let the story unravel….
Once upon a time there were two friends with two minds, two very different minds, and they longed for adventure. The two friends always dreamed that their story would begin with once upon a time, like a fairy tale, even if it was certain that their story wouldn't end like one. Isn't that how most realistic fairy tales work in the real world anyways? With the start of hearing once upon a time being read to you and in the end with nobody standing by a deathbed and telling you happily ever after. Perhaps people do that at other occasions in life but that never really made sense to me. I mean, how could you tell someone happily ever after when the end game is that they'll die? They never did quite meet their endings in fairy tales. Perhaps I'm just odd. Well, of course, I'm just odd. However, that isn't really the point at this time.
I guess that my point is that it’s not an easy task to die without meeting death. It was not to be encouraged. And yet in the town where everything was in shadows and where everything looked dreary, it was very encouraged. There was hope for change in that encouragement, and although it was uncertain whether that change was a good change or a bad change, it was still hope. Hope wasn't a common thing in this little sad town, you see. Hope was like an extinct dinosaur. It was all gone except for it's remains. Remains were a start to a discovery, even if it's unclear how far that discovery will lead.
I'm not supposed to think that way. I'm not supposed to make points or over think the differences between our town and other places. I'm not supposed to go looking for clarity and defining hope. We're supposed to feel hopeless, not encouraged to solve puzzle pieces. My mind is different and beautiful and stunning is what I've heard from multiple friends but all their complements do is remind me of how divided we are. My mind can be all of those things, yes, but it can also be scary and unstable and completely untrustworthy at times. While they tell me that I'll end up okay, I tell them I'll end up dead. While they try to be positive, I shut them down with negativity. When we were coming of age are fates were selected for us like our elders that came before us. Mine was as rare and as unusual as my mind. It's easy to want to push your friends away when you know the future. Soon they're all going to leave me. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt. It hurts a lot.
Oh, I'm sorry. I almost forgot to introduce myself, although I'm sure you already know who I am. Isn't that right, Mr. Interviewer? Well anyways, my name is Bain Taylor. I'm an eighteen year old girl who is homeschooled online because the government of this damn town doesn't think it's proper for the future to be in a public school around real people who have human flesh and personality despite the fact that I'm part of their same species and population. And because I already know that you're going to ask me to clarify my fate for your tape in which you'll play the script of mine as a prologue for your book because I'll ask you to do so, I was given the fate as a teller of the future, an oracle without a base. I guess I should thank you for allowing my story to begin the way my friend and I had always dreamed, so thank you. And now let the story unravel….