If there was a camera, it would only show an apple.
An apple, in the hand of skinny white kid
who looks too young to be in high school, that
gets eaten. The camera will show how hi
teeth digging into its yellow sides, bringing the
piece into his mouth. The camera will spend
maybe five minutes documenting his various
lunch items and how he eats them, with upbeat
punk music in the background.
The kid- who I will now call Scott- suddenly
looks down at his leg, on which there is a
vibrating phone. He smiles, then picks it up to
read the message. He finishes reading it, then
frowns even though he is glad his mother will
drive him home that day.
Scott looks straight ahead; there is a brick wall
across from the stairs he is sitting on. The
bricks aren't all red, with varying shades of
orange, but it is still severely plain. He stares
for a while, as the sight in front of him is only a
method for him to be aware of his real-life self
as his thoughts wander. In his view, he sees a
girl. Red hair, much brighter tan the orange
bricks behind her. She looks in his direction,
then smiles and waves. Scott does the same
but with more enthusiasm. His waving hand
hits the leg of another girl coming down the
stairs. This girl says something to the redhead
and steps over his empty lunch bag.
Swallowing, then looking down, he uses the
grey steps as an awareness point and lets his
mind walk up the steps and into a more
stimulating place.
The bell rings, signalling the beginning of sixth
period, to which he stands up and leaves. He
doesn't go to his locker, his class or even the
bathroom. Scott walks out of the front of the
school, heading toward an address he found on
Google Maps. About a block way, he starts to
sweat-not from anxiety. He wonders what
would happen if a cop saw him. He gasps as
his fears come into reality when a cop car
drives by. The car does not stop or slow down,
however. Taking a deep breath, Scott
continues on.
When he finally gets the the address, he sits
down on some steps in front of a parking
garage. He looks up at its grey sides, then
down at the black asphalt beneath it. He looks
at an empty parking lot, then heads toward it.
When he reaches the middle, he sits down,
opens his backpack, and removes a box of
chalk. He takes out a piece of red chalk,
orange, and white chalk. Taking the white, he
runs in a straight line across the parking lot
while dragging the chalk on the asphalt. He
changes position and does this again. Then
again. Then again. And after several more
times, he stops to catch his breath. The
camera zooms out to show that he wrote
"EVERYTHING" on the asphalt. He takes the
red and orange pieces-both in his hands at the
same time, creating a double line whenever he
wrote with them. Pressing them with all his
might onto the asphalt, he makes a big curvy
"S". He makes four more letters, which
together read "SUCKS". He drops the chalk
from his shaking hands and stares at the
incomprehensible lines.
After several minutes of admiring his work, he
runs-sprinting-toward the parking structure.
He runs to the elevator that takes him to the
tenth floor. Going to the edge of the structured
lot, he looks down on the chalk-covered lot.
After quickly looking away, he looks back
again, then charges for the stairs. He goes as
fast as he possibly can down the stairs until he
gets to his lot again. Scott pulls his jacket off
and throws it on the ground. He steps on the
jacket and rubs it all over the red and orange
chalk until it is all embedded on his jacket and
off the ground. Grabbing the box of chalk, he
picks blue and begins writing again. This time,
there are more letters. He finishes the words
and the chalk then runs up the stairs to the
twelfth floor-the highest he can go. Smiling, he
looks at the parking lot that is only empty of
cars. It reads "EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL".
Scott looks down at his watch on his way back
down, seeing that he has enough time for his
mother to give him a ride home.