Once upon a time, there was a normal, average, boring teenager livng in middle Ameria, in a small suburb to a completely obsolete city. She lived the life of which is stereotypical- no boyfriend, fat ass, and a summer filled with everything but the one thing she wanted to be doing- reading. Instead she was forced to do volunteering at a local service which we shall adress as "Safety Town". This was because she went to a Catholic school, which she liked deep down, tough she'd ever admit it. Especially not after how bad she always got shafted at soccer.
A week of safety town had gone by. It was painful, and her joy could only be found in her child for the second session- whom we shall call "Zach". Her weekend looked promising- she could fill it ding the oe tingshe loved- reading. And it wasn't just any reading, but it was a poplar book (so popular it got its own party) which we shall refer to as "Harry Potter".
However, for this girl, there could be no happiness. For the book's ending was sad. So sad that she actually went around for the weekend in a daze wishing she had someone to gripe about it with, though no one she knew could possibly read the book as fast as she could and still sleep. But the weekend slowly came to its conclusion, bringing her a small ray of sunshie or two- her friend, "Katie" would be finished with the book, too, and there was always young Zachary to distract her.
But, alas, happiness was not wanted for this girl. For she returned to safety town, and it was the day on which they would visit the fire station. Zach had not come by the time the bus had, so she was forced to abandon the wait for him, due do a nasty hypocritical woman, who shall only be referred to as "Officer Anna".
Hope seemed to spring up, though, when Zach arrived a half hour late, directly at the fire station. Sadly, the first ikling of hope was instantly shattered whenhe dragged himself out of the van sporting three massive bites, of what she could not tell instantly. They were large, filed with pus, and one was still bleeding.
After carrying the child up to the front of the crowded students by the fire truck, she proceeded to walk back to the mother and ask what happened. Apparently, Zach had gotten bit by a spider the previous day. The girl was somewhat flabbergasted- what could she do? Nothing except do whatever the horrible slave driving nazi instructors told her.
The tour, which had been earing its end upon Zach's arrval, finaly convened, and the students proceeded out to the bus. However, as we were in a firestation, there was an opputunity for a paramedic to give a quick glance at Zach's leg. One of the nazi instructors was asked by Zach's mom to hold the bus for a few minutes, until Zach could leave. (Later, this girl had a quick chat with some of her friends and lerned that this instructor had made no attempt to wait for her) The paramedics instanly knew that these bites were bad. The girl was roughly handed Zach's youngest brother, a mere baby, and this girl was not good wth babies. After several minutes of trying not to drop the baby, she was relieed of this uty, and sent onanother- to check on Zach's brother Matthew. Matthew was a stubborn, whiny brat, most unlike his bright, happy brother.
Several useless minutes were wasted trying to get Matthew to cooperate. Zach was loaded into his mother's van, and she was directed to immediatel proceed to the hospital.
This left the girl behind. Stranded in a fire station is not the most imaginative place for a teenage girl. The firefighters quckly came to her rescue, offering her a ride back to Safety Town.
On the way, an awkward silence ensued, which the firefighter driving her proceeded to try to obviate. He told her of a friend of his who had been bitten by the same spider as Zach, and had done nothing to assist herself for 24 hours- which eventually led her to be attached to an IV in the hospital fr a month. This greatly alarmed the girl- for Zach was only five, had recieved three bites, and had been left untreated for nearly as long.
The girl spent the rest of the day pondering the unfairness of reality. And the unfainess of unreality. She also had to endure three hours of soccer, doing nothing productive, as she was the golie, and there is only so much a goalie can do for three hours...
So, in conclusion, the girl learned that no one cares what the girl wants. Though the child she had in the third session was the most hated, he recieved no fatal (or near to) bites, while her favorite student did. Though the character in the book whom was one of the favorites of hers, if not the favorite, this character was killed, leaving another good character (not to mention the girl) sad and depressed. Though she expected to find refuge in her friend, her friend was just as over-wrought over the ending as she was. Though she wanted time to remain home to re-read and ponder this book, she was forced to endure volunteering with young shildren and soccer.
The moral of this story is that life sucks, but one just has to wait for the next day (or next book) to come. Howeer, one day, it has to end. And rarely does it end on a happy note.