Issac (351 hits)
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Submitted by Starving Ethiopian (View user info) at 2005-07-24 01:45:28 EDT
"Issac! Time to wake up!"
Issac groaned, stirred under his covers, and put his head under his pillow.
"Issac! You're going to be late for school! Get up!"
His mother now stood outside his doorway. "Come on Issac, I have breakfast on the table."
Issac slowly opened his eyes, sat up and slowly climbed out of bed. Fumbling for his glasses, he got dressed and trudged downstairs to the kitchen, where a bowl of cereal and pancakes were waiting.
"Morning, mom," he mumbled as he took a seat at the table.
"Morning, dear, did you finish your homework last night?"
"Yea, mom, you wanna see my book report? It's really cool!"
"Sure, honey, let's take a look."
Issac handed her mother his book report on "Where the Wild Things Are." Issac went back to eating his cereal as his mother flipped through the pages, the crunching sounds of Cocoa Puffs sporadically filling the room.
"You like it, mom?" He ask.
"Honey, this is great," She beamed. "I like how you drew the monsters."
"Yea, I spent like forever drawing it."
Issac finished his breakfast while his mother grabbed his jacket and got his school things together.
"Alright honey, the bus is coming," she said as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. " Have a great day at school, ok?"
"Ok, mom, love ya."
"Love you too, sweetie."
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"Issac! Check this out!" yelled Will as he rushed up to Issac with his hands clasped.
"Whatcha got there?"
Will's eyes narrowed and he quickly looked around to make sure no one else was in the vicinity.
"LOOK"
Issac peered into Will's unclasped hands and let out a small gasp.
"Cooool," he breathed. "Where did you get it?'
"At the Coogan house."
"No way! That place is haunted!"
"That's where I go it."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Ok, prove it."
"Fine. I'll show you exactly where I got it...unless...you're chicken."
"Yea right, lets go."
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"...and so we take the cosine of the angle..."
Issac sighed irritably as the math teacher droned on about trigonometry. He looked to his left and saw the bleak German landscape covered in snow. It was certainly a change from his childhood home of Pasadena, but that is the life of a military family, the feeling of almost permanence but knowing in the back of your mind that an order to move can arrive at any moment. Issac's father got those orders last year, packing up the family for a move to Rammstein Air Force Base.
He missed his old home terribly, his friends, his city, his-
"Issac?"
He looked up to see half of the classroom and the teacher looking at him.
"Can you please demonstrate how to solve this problem on the board, please?" His teacher requested dryly.
Taking a second to readjust himself from the rude awakening, he slowly walked up to the board and grabbed a piece of chalk. The chalk was pressed hard against the board, leaving behind dark and deliberate strokes, each stroke reflecting a little bit of his resentment.
"Very good Issac, thank you. Now, if I may have you turn to page 74 where..."
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The mood was jubilant. Confetti rained down as people congregated in the living room, kitchen and the patio, chatting and eating, enjoying the warm day and breathing in the summer air. A sharp *ding ding ding* pierced the air as people slowly turning their heads towards the source of the noise.
"May I please have your attention?" he inquired.
"I would like to thank all of you that made it to Issac's graduation party. Where are you Issac? Come over here for a second."
Issac walked up to his father, who put his thick arm around his shoulder.
"I just wanted everyone to know how proud Issac's mom and I are of him. Through all the moving, the adjusting, Issac took it all with a grain of salt. And not just that, but he succeeded."
"And now, here's the result of his hard work: Second in his graduating class and already a job offer secured," As he motioned to the room. Applause erupted as Issac turned a slight shade of pink.
"Son, no parent could have asked for a better child. We are very proud of you."
He raised his glass of champagne.
"To Issac."
The guests raised their respective glasses and drank. Soon, they drifted back their own conversations, indulging in the food the drinks-
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Issac swore to himself as he found out that he has been stapling the presentations backwards, all 50 of them.
This is ridiculous, he thought. This was definitely not in the job description.
Ever since Issac started his new job, he has been assigned tasks that any office admin could do. He seethed at the thought of being delegated such menial tasks, tasks that undermined the degree he worked so hard to earn. It was too late now and Issac did not want to burn bridges for his career.
Cursing to himself again, he took the staple remover and begins to yank out the offending pages.
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"Goddammit, Issac, you are a goddamned genius!" the director said approvingly.
"Thank you, sir. They should be signing the contract early next week."
"Landing this client was big. It was HUGE. This relationship is going to be very profitable for us. Tell the whole department we're going out for drinks tonight!"
Issac left the regional director's office, amidst all the recent promotions, stapling together presentations are now a distant memories in his mind.
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His fiancée looked absolutely gorgeous in her wedding gown. He could not quite catch the pastor's words as he held her hand and got lost in her gaze...
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The sun beat down on Issac's face as he roared down the highway in his new red Corvette. The wind whipped his hair into frenzy as his CD blasted music-
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The summit was incredible. Issac saw the surrounding mountains in the distance, taking in the-
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Shaking his hand, Issac said-
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Crystal blue water, corals, stingrays-
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"Issac! Time to wake up!"
Issac groaned, stirred under his covers, and put his head under his pillow.
"Issac! You're going to be late for school! Get up!"
His mother now stood outside his doorway. "Come on Issac, I have breakfast on the table."
Issac slowly opened his eyes, sat up and slowly climbed out of bed. Visions of a snow-covered landscape appeared as he was fumbling for his glasses. He got dressed and trudged downstairs to the kitchen.
On his way down, he stopped for a moment as images of a red Corvette and a staple remover flashed in his mind and just as quickly, left.
User Reviews
Submitted by Mike00295 (user info) at 2005-07-29 08:40:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
The next time you leave negative reviews without reading what happened first, you'll be shot.
Fuck off and die.
Submitted by Maddog (user info) at 2005-07-24 16:50:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I was waiting for him to be anally raped by disgruntled carnival workers. Sadly, that chapter was omitted.
Submitted by Viciousriffs (user info) at 2005-07-24 16:41:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Interesting. You should watch the movie Waking Life, it also deals with dreamlife.
Submitted by Alaskanite (user info) at 2005-07-24 06:34:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
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Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2005-07-24 04:16:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice. I wish I had something constructive to say. But I don't. Alas.