Joey
The sense of dark nothingness consumed the thoughts of Joey and his friends. This sense was so strong that it could blanket towns with one blow, destroying everything that everyone knew and loved. However, it was just a picture, a picture filled with the devilish image itself of hate, death, and destruction, but still it was a picture. All they could see was different shades of colors twisted into many different figures. However, these figures were no regular figures, there was something odd about them indeed. The strange and marvelous thing about it is that these figures never have the same appearance twice. It must have been an optical illusion or something, but it was true art. The mere touch of oil paints to a canvas opened up so many ways of interpretation. The possibilities were endless and the thought behind it was too. And worst of all, neither he nor his two friends could even begin to comprehend the meaning of such magnificent artwork. All it was to Joey and his friends was colored blotches on paper, but what do you really expect from these kids. They were just three simple kids fifteen almost sixteen years old, sophomores in high school. The funny thing was that this picture, stupefied, almost scared them b
It was ironic how in such a short and simple existence someone could have so many problems. However, who caused these paradoxes? Why could Joey not be content with not being able to give an explanation? Joey and his friends could not come up with an explanation for the painting in the museum and Joey could not come up with an explanation for his love of this girl. Both times he looked for a common ground to create a jargon response explaining the meaning behind both. However, he was unsuccessful both times for the same reason, there is no meaning that can be found behind either. That was why Joey got scared both times and ran away from not having an easy answer. He was too insecure and terrified to handle this feeling of not knowing. Joey hated seeing himself as weak because he knew his friends would irk him and say cruel things like all teenagers do. "I don't know, but it's over" he said, then he hung up the phone. Over the next weeks many things took place, many phone calls, and many meetings. He was now thinking about her even more than he was at first. However, now it was different because he had no doubt in his mind about whether she liked him back. He knew it, trusted it, and enjoyed the security of her liking him back. It took a little while but he built up the courage to ask her out. Nevertheless, he could not straight out ask her because his heart would break if he was rejected. This brought on sessions of contradictory thought. He began to say, 'if she will reject me then maybe I don't like her that much.' He tried to think of the best bullshit response ever, but none of them could stop him from having that feeling for her. It drove him crazy and he could not stand it, just like the picture at the museum. "Well, I was going to but I forgot. Anyway, I want to tell you something. We cannot talk anymore." He said. They all left the museum at about four o'clock. Joey split up from his friends on the corner of Park Avenue and Forty-second Street. He slid his Metrocard through the slot and went through the turn-style. He boarded the train and rode to Canal Street. After that he walked home. It was about six-thirty when he got home. He did his usual routine, got
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Approximate Word count = 1494
Approximate Pages = 6 (250 words per page double spaced)
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