The perfect thing to get this Christmas
Third floor - The view from our school buildine
"I just want this year to be different."
She was sitting down in the snowy patch of ground right beside her shabby home: A piece of white fields on the edge of the city. Looking up, Gael could only wish for a few things… and they were impossible for anyone living in her city. In the City of One, where everyone lives everyday life as a struggle, dreams and wishes like hers are miles away from anyones grasp.
Gael looked up the skies as the cities around hers dimmed their lights as the sun grew fainter and fainter, disappearing in the multitude of stars that dotted the night sky. It was the last night for year 3843 and the cities are celebrating it with a final show — one that is not from them but from the heavens themselves.
"Oh look! It’s starting!" Gil pointed out as light filled the space above them. "Gael, the showers have started!"
"I could see that." Gael said, entranced by the stripes of silver that blazed their way through the darkness, mixing their light with the dancing green and red auroras that embrace the atmosphere of the planet and finally spiralling towards one large tower in the middle of One. The tower filled itself with the same glow of the auroras.
Gael looked at each line, wishing hard that one of the falling stars would grant her that one wish she wanted to come true: that the year would be different than the first. A part of her knew that it was pointless, knowing that the meteor shower was nothing more than comets and that year after year they would re-appear, exactly as every year, at exactly the last hour of the last day of the year.
"You keep on mumbling that. How you always wish that things would be different. Haven’t you been used to everything about One yet?"
"C’mon, Gil. You know me. There’s just more to this thing. And what’s so different with trying to wish that there was just something more?”
"You’ll get disappointed. That’s what you get with wistful thinking and chasing dreams. It’s like running towards a symilyus in the middle of dry land. You get all hyped up about something and then find that you won’t ever get that something. You know expectations give you? Disappointment."
"What? I’m just being honest with you."
Gael sighed, stretching her arms on the blankets they laid down earlier, and laid there, one arm behind her head. The flashes of blue and silver shone through every piece of snow that dropped on top of them.
What if we really are just going to be like this all our lives? Me and my neighbor trapped in this cycle of being nothing but ordinary people? I don’t think so. Gael thought, blocking Gil from any of her thoughts Quite a sad fate really. But I have bigger dreams. I have more for me. I just know it. I could feel it.
"You know that you trying to block me from your line of communication isn’t ever gonna help."
Gil shrugged, looking at Gael from over the pile of snow that mounded in their middle. A wall of frost built itself on the blankets.
"Gil, it’s just that I’d die just to have something different in this place. I really would! There’s nothing ever that’s going to happen here, nothing’s ever gonna change if we just don’t try something."
"Then do something about it. Change this year. Make it yours. Make this year how you wanted it to be."
They both looked up, the silence echoing in every drop of snow. Gael absorbed every word, drinking up the meaning and the buzz of energy each one held as it hung on the cold winds of One. She stood up, threw a snowball at Gil and ran back to her home, chasing each other and leaving the tattered blanket filled with snow in the cold jacker-fruit fields.
Thanks and no
I don’t have a girlfriend now :’(
Oddly enough, I still miss her — I just do… A part of me wants to hold on and still love her. Because I miss the times we’d call each other and she’d text me just because she’s worried for me or the times I’d text her random declarations of love and how I’d sing Honey and the Bee for her and how she would sing Bre’s part on that song. I miss the times she’d hold my hand. I miss the times when I would try to help her with assignments, projects and other problems and I miss the times when we would help each other through ups and downs.
I miss her. I just do.
Sorry for this long and sad reply.
Have you ever thought of paying some guy at the mall to just play Owl CIty songs live on their speakers forever?
(Gyllmein is my last novel before my 18th birthday. Let’s just say that it would be my next Dreamworld, a personal challenge to myself that I could actually accomplish something. I have failed too many times and maybe this is what I just need: Proof that I am not incompetent as everyone says)
Gael (pronounced as Gale) from the first city-state of Gyllmein is the adopted daughter of Helmsmiel — a well-known known village elder throughout the city, medic and metalsmith. Gael lives in a place where everyone could barely afford anything. Despite the circumstances, she struggled to find a way to study in the third circle, where the only complexes of learning exists. In a world where everyone despises the other, and where people from different rings never mix with those from other rings this was an impossible dream.
Luckily, Gael meets Daryll. Daryll is the son of Tailnus, one of the known educators of Gyllmein. Tallnus, sympathizing with Gael, lets her study in the school he teaches in, passing her off as his own adopted daughter. Daryll, from the third ring, immediately becomes one of Gael’s closest friends (another way of saying that Gael doesn’t really have much friends)
Daryll goes on different classes with Gael. Gael on the other hand becomes acquainted with Simon, another kid from the first ring who managed to sneak into the third ring through one of its portals. Simon happens to be one happy person, mostly finding the smallest things to be an enough source of joy. Simon is Gael’s closest friend in school, mostly spending lunch together among all things until he meets Clara, a girl from the fourth ring who is terribly elegant.
Timothy (nickname Tommy), is the son of one of the leaders of the supreme council of the four city-states of Gyllmein. He was raised to replace his father in the council but he had other plans, enjoying more of sneaking away and hiding from his strict parents.
Gyllmein is made up of four rings that constantly rotate, making each city-state separated from the other. Each state has its own brand of people. The people from the first ring may be poor (most of the people here live on a day-to-day basis) but they are resourceful. The people from the second ring, the lower middle class people, are known to be strong workers who highly value workmanship. The people from the third ring have two poles of personalities: Some are either too shy or are too reckless and adventurous. The people from the fourth ring, lastly, are business-minded people who see themselves as the top of the crop. They are competitive.
Generally, they are raised to despise the people from other rings early on, making for a highly tense situation between the leaders of the city-states. Though they are ruled by a certain “Supreme Council” the true power rests on the shadow government that is the Fourth Ring, ruling and controlling everyone through a complicated system based on the eight towers of Gyllmein.
To be honest I’ve been in a situation like that before. I have seasonal depressions but it would hit me hard and I would really fall down low into some dark pit of loneliness. It’s in these times we just have to keep the faith and trust in God’s mercy. We could never be perfect but God accepts us for that. He would readily embrace us even if we find ourselves terribly undeserving of it.
To sum it up: You must know that God wants you as you are. Do not let that feeling of you not being good enough stop you from living a life of Faith.
Remember: “There is no one righteous, not even one;” (Romans 3:10)
Christmas is coming! :D