Year 10
I entered a room with 9 sets of chairs that were set out to make a circle. On each one of them sat a person with a sign in front of each of them with a number that went from 10 – 90.
It seemed like I was the last person to come.
They all looked at me as I went down to take my seat in the number ten chair.
The man with the 40 number started off the meeting with complaining, shouting, and starting angrily saying a lot of words that I didn’t understand.
He seemed to be especially angry at 30. They both started arguing and 30 ended up leaving.
60 and 70 tried to talk him in to calm down, but he only got angrier and then slammed the door as he went outside.
The room was full of silence after that, and then 20 got up and said that he was busy and that he had better things to do than waste time here, right before leaving the room.
After that, the other people in the room started talking about some stuff like marriage and will to live, but I wasn’t really interested in adult talk. I daydreamed about my Gameboy that I left behind at home. I wanted to go back home to play Pokémon.
I dozed off for the rest of the meeting, but when my mind came back I realized the only ones that were left were 80, 90, and I.
Now that I looked at 90 I noticed that he had tubes attached all around his body and that his chair was actually a wheelchair.
80 stood up and came towards me and opened his palm to reveal a piece of candy, which he then gave to me.
He patted by head and said as he started coughing: “You are a good boy, Isaac. Do what you wish with your life, for it is the only one you have.”
Then he started walking towards the door.
“I want to go play pokemon on my Gameboy.”
He looked back at me and smile.
“Go do that then.” Then he walked out.
I was now left with 90 who was in the wheelchair.
He seemed like he was too old and tired to talk, but then when I stood up to walk out he whispered:
“I play pokemon with my Gameboy. Wanna play together?”
“Ye-Yea, sure.” I replied a bit crept out. “But I left mine at home, I promise to play with you the next time we meet.”
“Promise?” He said as his breathing was visibly becoming louder.
“Yes.”
He seemed content with that and I went out of the room looking forward to playing more pokemon when I got home.
