Ted was a fairly normal kid. He ate, drank, slept and thought. Outside these common occurances, he hardly shared any similarities what-so-ever. It was not uncommen for him to spend hours in his room in a fit of self pity.
Why, one may ask, is Ted full of self pity? Well, let me explain to you his life. Ted gets up, eats, exercises, checks email, goes to school, talks to people, becomes enraged, leaves school, goes to work, goes home, sleeps. This is his daily routine. The reader may ask what the enraged part is about, so I'll save you the expense of extra pondering. Ted has becomes angered when he feels a friendship is drifting apart that he holds/held dear. He is enraged when others don't say hi/bye to him. It is found to be aggrevating when his daily routine is all he sees and no good is found in its midst.
Ted lacked patience. He didn't want to wait for things to get better. He didn't want to wait any more years for his perfect girl. He wanted Katrina to be his ideal. (side note-I tried to pick the name of a person I didn't know). All he thought about and all he cared to live for was Katrina. From a technical aspect, this would seem to be the makings of a pleasant relationship, but thats hardly the case.
Let me describe for you our protagonist Ted. Ted is a tall, lanky guy. Though he tries to gain weight and he does work out, he fills out at a very slow pace. He has a pale complection and his face is very plain and not pleasant to look at. His hair is ear length, parted down the middle, and wavvy. This unfavorable description is also a contributer to his enragement, because of his feelings of inferiority.
Let me describe Katrina. She is of average height, slender build, perfect frame, a face so beautiful it was as if one of God's angel's manifested herself in human form. However, her personality was quite quirky, in that she was very hard to read most of the time. Thusly she unwittingly fooled Ted into thinking they were friends.
Batting ones eyelids and saying kind words can lull one into a dreamy euphoric state. ; Some call it love and I myself don't know what to call it. All I know is that Ted had intensified his emotions by bottling them up and not saying anything to Katrina about his love for her. He didn't see any possible good that could come from it.
Time wore on and Ted soon found that he was being ignored continously in situations where he usualy recieved a greeting or goodbye. Katrina had his heart, and as if it were a voo-doo doll she jabbed her pins in him. Every now and then he would recover from his depression and anger, only to fall back into it again.
Things weren't going well with his friends, either. Many of them unconsiously ignored his goodbye's, doing damage to poor Ted. Ted was very angery with this, and the fact that none of his friends shared his likes/dislikes he felt alienated and alone. His outlook on life became bleeker. He trudged through the halls of his school each day regretting every momment he'd spend with Katrina, because he knew that they would never be friends or anything above friends for that matter.
So one day Ted descided he wanted out. He was sick of the life he lived and he was sick of his friends and he was sick of women and he was sick of himself. Walking out to the cliff just outside the city, he sat down and began to write.
Dear Family/friends,
Hello again, its me, whats-his-name. By the time you get this letter I'll be dead. There is a certain romance to death. A pity I couldn't bear witness to my funeral. That may have been the only comfort I would have ever experienced. To Katrina I want to say that I love you. Though you hated me, and I probably should have hated you back, I held on to the first days we knew each other. You probably didn't care about them, but they meant so much to me. I wish that our friendship could have stayed like that.
To my friends, I say goodbye. I know that you guys were nice to me. We hardly shared anything in commen. I often wondered what it was that kept us together. I'll die not knowing. I hope that life goes well for you all and that you have everything I always wished I could have.To my family, see ya. You were good to me, and I love you very much. However selfish my decision seems, I hated life with a passion. It doesn't matter, anyway, that I'm gone. I was just always depressed anyway. So you guys don't have to put up with me anymore. Nobody has to. I'm sick of always being shafted when it comes to love. I hate the pain that comes whenever I care about someone, because they will NEVER love me back. This realization is the hardest thing I had to deal with, and I'm sick of still dealing with it.
Sayonara
Ted
Thus Ted was snuffed out from the lives of all those around him. At his funeral were his parents, siblings, relatives and a couple of his friends. There was no Katrina, or teachers, or acquantences that said they were his friends. Just three friends that were loyal to him. Ted's soul was hovering in the church rafters. I swore I saw him. What seemed like tears rolled down his cheeks. He flew swiftly towards school. Katrina was still there. The P.A. announced that Ted was now deceased. Katrina thought a momment, as if the name were familiar. Then, desciding she'd never remember, she continued her studies. Ted let his soul go and flew towards the light. Then he too forgot his name. He lost himself and gained a new self. He shed his skin of sorrow and gained his holy robe of white. Joining Christ by the pearly gates, he heard the ominous "You will not enter this saced place. Discard that sacred garmant and descend to the depths." His face was ashen and he solemnly accepted his fate. He had lost his trust in God and left the world selfishly without first believing for God's deliverance. Had he tried that the story would have ended diffrently. But the cast of characters wouldn't have cared.
Epilogue
Ted didn't know what kept him and his friends at school together. I know what keeps the DOA together. Do you all know how boring it'd be if we all were the same, with the same interests? Sure, maybe there'd be a few things better, but we'd lose so much! With a chemistry like we have, it'd be a pity if we were the same!
And Brandon and Dan, who share many of the same philosophies and interests, I'm glad I have them in my life too. I'm very lucky to have a balance like this.
Oh, and by the way, while the antagonist, Katrina, does share some resemblence to the DOA member Steph, she is not meant, exactly, to depict her.
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