Kristopher's Narrative

‘Mate you’ve got to be kidding me’, Kristopher babbles to himself as his eyes roll back, for how he now travels pass the Story Bridge to arrive. It seemed old, almost ancient. ‘Why am I here? This is no place for me’ as he sighs while realising his reality. Although the sun’s elegance openly welcomed him with rays of light embracing his body, he brushed it off, as his stern arrogance coldly engulfs the welcomeness. With his self-confidence, it could be assumed that connections and friendship is something beyond his reach, difficult as it was to befriend him; to remain his friends was almost impossible. Insulting one, offending another, hurting the other, maybe it worked well then but truthfully, everyone had enough, enough of his attitude,

Quickly, he walked to the toilets, entered a stall and sat there thinking about his actions, while swallowing does the last few bites of his sandwich. Kristopher sat in a daze, just trying to understand the situation that happened within the last 20 minutes. “Those peasants, poor and uneducated. Just our status and class can separate us”. Now reality hit him, slapping him in the face as if he woke from a coma, a nightmare, filled with shock. he’s wrong. Kristopher was the same the same as those who he looked down upon, who was he? No longer anyone, he was the same, where he looked down on everyone including himself. Like Cinderella, his curfew was now up, no longer the prince he was, he now was the same, a ‘peasant’. Silently, Kristopher’s mind began wondering if he really had unknowingly grown into a monster; rejecting all initialisations and welcomes but feeding the creature with his expectations of the past. “Cool, whatever LOL”, he faked lying to himself, attempting to keep his image up, but deeply within him, his emotions were swayed and shaken. For the remaining hours, it felt like decades, trapping himself in a pool of confusion & monstrous curiosity, he hated himself. Losing his mind, he also lost himself as well as his

As shadows block his path, left right, all directions were blocked, by Kendrick. “In life, there’s change yet in change, there also is life”. Pausing, he continues, “All I want you to learn is that you must accept, to improve & grow stronger, don’t change yourself, but I’m telling you, to accept yourself by letting go of leagues but to focus on being true with the present and not replicate the past. Change is inevitable, but to grow into a better change – is indeed something else”. Sighing, he mutters to himself, blaming & indicting himself, Kristopher was lost. Almost like a human, with no soul. It was only once in a blue moon did he ever feel so empty, now fearing to look at himself; rude and unwelcomed for yet unknowingly he had become a monster, a side that even he never saw within himself. He was then pulled into a deep embrace, finally he felt at