Violette Antoinette Williamson's Story

"We live in a world full of wonderful, magnificent things, some bigger than the whole world, universe combined because they evolved over a myriad number of years. The world is also full of hatred, hatred that can only be made from a myriad number if years. So I you took a jar and put bright yellow sand at the bottom and dull gray at the top and leave it there, long enough for you to forget its meaning then you look at let's say 100 years from now, which sand do you stare at? Which on catches your eye? Or would you look at the median? Well April would have stared at the median, where the sands meet and they become entwined, specks of both sands together as unity. Then she would glance away because she was not the type of person to ponder on the past, she lived in the present, she has no future, she lived her little forever. I'll never forget her."
Violet closed her book then sneaked a look at the clock hanging from her wall, she had an old fashioned one she didn't own an alarm clock. It was 3 am and she had spent the whole night finishing that book. "Ohh," said Violet realizing she would be a zombie the next day. She set the book called "What The Emptiness IsTelling Me " by some author she had never come across before.
The book was about a girl, Lara, and she has a best friend April. April went missing when they where 15. Lara searched for her, police searched for her, it seemed as though everyone was searching for the one person, April. Well eventually like every unresolved missing case, they police quiet searching, like somehow April was unimportant which was thought by Lara. So for 10 years Lara refuses to give up on April, she continues to spread her days searching, never really growing up or falling in love because she's so focused on what has happened. Then one day they find April, 10 goddamned y ears later, dead. It's then that Lara realizes that she'll never forget April but she has to let go.

Then Violet fell asleep. She dreamt of she was in the middle of the desert smoking a cigarette then for some reason she just drops it aflame and all. The desert begins to road up into flames. All around her flames flicker and she just talks a seat un the hot sand as the flames eat her up.

Violet jolted up the the sound of her mother knocking on the door, Violets voice mumbled, "Im awake, possibly." Then she fell back into bed.

After awhile she finally arose. She striped out of her clothes then rinsed herself in the shower. Violets thoughts roared to life most because, what else was she to do? Showering honestly took no effort. Then she remembered something a teacher said in just her young years, maybe second grade. He said: "You think best while laying in bed or taking bath." She didn't remember why, but it had now just stricken Violet that maybe he was a perv.
Violet finished her shower and clothed herself in some jeggings which are just very tight skinny jeans because they where made out of legging material but resembled jeans. 'Like me,". Violet thought. Then she slipped into a baby blue blouse with a Peter Pan collar. "Hmm.." she hummed. Then she slipped on a golden bracelet that was twin golden chains twisted around each other. Then also plopped a pair of diamond stud earrings into her ears.

Next was make up and hair, she thought that it was unfair and sexist that girls where expected to have to spend forever on there hair and make up to be consists red pretty by others while guys didn't. So she just attempted with the result of failing to detangle her messy mess some may refer to as hair. So taking an elastic form her messy bathroom counter she swooped her hair in the pony tailing in one swift moment. Then instead of spending 3 hours on make up she just pinched her cheeks and smiled a goofy smile. "Eh who cares?" She asked her mirror as if it would answer.

Before leaving her room she packed up her a enrage durable school. Ad with the essentials, her Biology book which she cared nothing about, her Trig book, some paintings from her art class, and then a stack of books.
She placed each book in her bag, which she would book the books in her Locke once she got to school. The books?
- The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
- The Catcher in the Rye by Jerome David Salinger
- It's Kind Of A Funny Story by Ned Vizzini
- The Blood Of The Lamb by Peter De Vries
- Every Day by David Levithan
- Infinite Jest by David Foster(Which has over 1000 pages)

Then she zips up her backpack which let me tell you it wasn't even kinda easy. Then Violet quickly looks at herself in the mirror even though its so covered in clippings of pictures from Vogue magazine because they have cool pictures in there, she couldn't even see her face.

Then Violet grabbed her bag and raced down stairs. Her mom was reading this medical school book since she was going back to college to become the type of persons handles ex rays. "How's the book?" Asked Violet. "Interminable." Said her mom with a sigh. "I just really want to be done with schooling."
"Well that's nice too bad schooling is inevitable," replied Violet. Her mother stared off into space but nodded anyways.

"So thought of the day?" questioned Violet. Ever since they moved to Califorina her mother started doing a though of the day. Just any thought.
"'Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.' Said who?" questioned her mother?
Violet rolled her eyed remembering Remember Me the movie, the movie that her mother was in love with. "Gandhi."
"Means?" Her mother shot out another question.
" My first thought is that it means that even if the insignificantness of what we do might want to hold us because well it won't matter if 5 minutes to a hundred years we must do it it anyways because if it everyone does it won't it make it significant?" Her mother just nodded so Violet continued, "But if you want me to wane it down a bit so that it is more of a smaller effect then I also think that it means that on life we all have a role and yes they will Be insignificant on the grand scene of things but that does not mean that we neglect our duties as humans because we feel it will now matter." Violet had drained herself of every idea on the topic and was now sick of talking about it. She had to quickly add though, "That would all be true but I don't believe in quotes." Her mother rolled her eyes then referred to Violet as intelligent. "You don't say!" Violet commented on the intelligent comment. Even before she could roll her eyes at her she ran out the door bag in tow. She ran to her Jeep Wrangler Sahara from 1980. 33 years old her car car was. It was a bit of a boy car, well at least in the cheerleaders option, but honestly Violet loved it. The top was on today though, do the the fact that she didn't want to freeze her ass off.
The thing about Violet is wherever in her personal space whether it be her locker, her room, and even her car are covered in books. She had books piled in the back seat and in the shotgun seat she has about 10 books piled there all of them she had read except '13 Reasons Why' by Jay Asher (I'm not sure if that is the right author I just said his name my memory)' Violet picked it up whole driving and set it on her lap, telling herself that she would read it.

Finally she arrived at school, it was actually really early, 7:30 early but the school doors where open. Once inside Violet made her way to the library where she sat down to start her book.


Jakes house was three doors down from the only coffee shop in this little town. S every morning people trying to get coffee before work go past his white picket fence house, with a small little rose garden in the front of his house grown by his sister Natasha.
Inside was a sleeping young male boy named Jacob. He was sprawled across his bed limbs lying is all different directions. He awoke by his iPhone blaring some random loud ass song that he didn't know, mostly because his shut is alarm off before he could listen to any of it. Ten he looked at the time seven forty five which is fifteen minutes before school would start, but he strolls in late most days so it does not really matter.
Jake rolled around onto his back, groaned and stared up at the ceiling. He stared at the ceiling util his fell into a semi sleep for the next five minutes, though it felt like five seconds.

After a fight with himself about doing what's right and getting up or doing what he wants to do and sleep, plus a few knocks on his door from his mother Jake reluctantly got up and stumbled into the bathroom. He looked at his messy locks of hair and then just ran his hand through it. After that he just brushed his teeth. Jake then preceded to head back to his room.
Jakes locker pretty much consisted of just plain tee shirts and faded jeans. That was exactly what he wore today too, a navy blue short sleeved tee and a pair of faded jeans. He's style was nothing special, he really doesn't give a damn.
It took about 3 minutes total for him to get ready then he grabbed his faded moss green JansPort backpack that he had since he was in the sixth grade, and headed down stairs.

His sister Natasha was waiting for him to take her to school in his car. But first he got a piece of toast and put a fair amount of butter on it. He slowly began to it, which made his sister give him a pissed look. For which he held his hands up in serenader.
He quickly kissed his mother on the check and mumbled, "Bye," in her ear and walked out the door behind Natasha.

Jake entered his Ford truck that was made in the sixties and had more rust then is normal. The truck was a fire truck red. He slid into the drivers seat and Natasha slid into the passenger seat. The first thing she did when she enters the car was blare this pop bull shit that was probably sung by some candy colored hair girl who was as dumb as rock. He just rolled his eyes as she sang along. Which for the rest of ride Jake could have been happy beating his head against the window.

After a while they finally pulled into the parking lot of the high school. Natasha waved and jumped out of the car without really saying anything to him. "Bye to you too," mumbles Jake as he also got out of the car and started walking towards the school.

His locker was only about 3 down from the entrance of the school which really was quiet convenient. His locker was also a crimson red color, nothing really that appealing to look at. But once you opened his locker, you would see a big jumbo of things, nothing in ral order because Jake really has no means of organization.
He quickly grabbed just about every book in his locker and stuffed it into her bag which he was one strapping. He also navigated several pens and pencils from his locker and just dropped them loosely into the big pocket of his bags with his books.
After getting his bag ready he proceed to close his locker and just lean up against it will looking at his phone but not texting. It was in cool guy in a movie pose, which he did realize was lame so he got up and stood up straight.

Violette sat at one of the round tables in the library, she just sat there for a minute pondering about something that was really nothing special. After a while she decided to indulge in '13 Reasons Why' a book by which was recommended for her to read my her mothers family friends daughter named Isabella, or Izzy for short who was 13. So starting the book, even though she never doubted the power of thinking to anyone younger then her, she honestly did not expect that great of a plot line or a wide range of vocabulary. So even if the book was sub par it would still be considered good in her mind from the standards she had set.
The book started off a bit odd, with no clue of the situation that he is in the book begins. At first this guy seems like a tired jackass. Then it skips to what is titles Yesterday, which should mean that it should be written in past first person POV but it was written in present form. Violet continued reading though, minding the error, or at least what she thought of as an error. Then she thought that maybe it was like taking a time machine so the tense was right.

She got quiet far in the book. After a while she closed it though. 13 Reasons Why was about a girl, Hannah, who had killed herself and left tapes explaining why she in fact killed herself, and her blaming other people for why. Then this guy Clay gets it, this guy whom was madly in love with Hannah and he's like SHIT! What could I have done to like piss this girl off so she'd kill herself. So throughout this he's like hating on other people for being asses to Hannah and worrying about what he did. Violet hasn't come to the cassette tape abut Clay yep but she quit reading anyways.
Violet thought back to a fact she had heard or read some where that in the United States in 2012, 8 or so in 1000 people died. Weird right? Like you outlived 8 people. Then she tough that maybe 4 of those people killed themselves, even though she wasn't sure of the statistics. Then what? It's not like it couldn't happen that of those 1000 people 4 killed themselves it was just a loose thought.

After shaking the book thoughts Violet got out her homework for the science class. It was about Charles Darwin and Evolution, nothing all that interesting, it didn't even spark up that many tonights in her mind. Teachers had beat at the idea of evolution for years. She honestly had thought out all her ideas of evolution by the seventh grade.
Violet already had her homework done for the class but reviewing it seemed like a good thing to do, so that is just what she did, she reviewed. But it all seemed way to easy to be for juniors, so she just closed the book and took out her itinerary.

The thing about Violet is, she hates focusing on one thing for long periods of time, she just didn't. Her itinerary talked of every destination she wants to go too. Pages and pages where just filled. They also talked about the places she wanted to go this spring break on a college road trip, even though she was not quiet yet sure who, she was going to invitee, she hadn't gotten that far yet. She was writing in there about this place. It was a country but a small one and she wasn't sure where she specifically wanted to go. She was writing about Montenegro.

While writing a boy came and sat opposite of her at the library table.he introduced himself and Stephan and then some praise thing after. "Violette," mumbled Violet giving the boy a skeptical look. He was wearing this Buddhist outfit. Finally it clicked, he was the new kid that some cheerleaders where telling about about last week. But he also looke d,Ike someone else, like she had seen him before.

“It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection,” the boy, Stephan, read aloud. Then said something about how to live your destiny perfectly and if there is such thing as perfect.
Violet hummed, not the bee humm which was like bee but more like a himmmmm like a thinking person.

"Well I don't believe anyone could answer the question about how to love a perfect destiny, it has been something contemplated for years." Violet paused. "But I think I do believe in perfection, it's just that society has shrugged it off as non existent.



Jacob was in his own little universe when Indigo walked over. She said morning so Jacob replied with the exact same thing, "Morning." Then the girl decided to slip sandals on her feet, which Jacob knew was only because the dress code told them all that they must wear shoes. "One of these times your barefoot feet obsession is going to get you in trouble," Jacob said. That statement was anything but a lie.
Jacob and Indigo where friends, same clique and she was cool. Not really I'm with the popular crowd cool but more, I'm a legit person cool. Plus she surfed so that was a big up. Actually from the sounds of it she surfed more then he did.

That was was when Ian Butler who was known as the class nerd walked in. Jacob didn't mind him, they even talked from time to time.

Then the big thing went down. It was actually quiet typical to happen in the halls but still. Ian who was friends with Mikaela up until middle school when she decided that she was too cool for him or whatever. Well anyways Ian who was distracted just by Mikaela presence, managed to fall, ON. HIS. ASS. Now Jacobs first reaction was to laugh because seeing people fall was just in general funny, but he held it back feeling bad for poor Ian.
Then to top the shit cake of the situation the cheerleaders started teasing him and Mikaela just walked away.

So because witnessing this just made him feel embarrassed for Ian, Jacob turned back to his locker rummaging through it with really no purpose but to get out of the awkward situation from which he had just witnessed.
After sometime consisting of a few seconds Jacob turned to Indigo and said in a murmur, "Poor Ian, really some people at this school can be big assholes to him." Which was true it wasn't even the cheerleaders, it was also the jocks and the preps too. The worst part was he was friends with some of them when he was younger. Things change in about middle school or junior high.

Jacob sighed. Them he noticed Ian came over. Jacob quickly mumbled a "Hi," but didn't get to say anything else before Ian started talking about some new kid who dresses weird but looks just like him. For some odd reason Jacob found it hysterical that someone was his so called twin. "Really?" He asked. Jacob already knew he had to see this guy.

"Well I don't believe anyone could answer the question about how to love a perfect destiny, it has been something contemplated for years," the girl, Violette paused before continuing, "But I think I do believe in perfection, it's just that society has shrugged it off as non existent."

Stephen nodded in agreement, pausing for a moment to think. He thought about his parents and their crowd, but also about his own generation and the many people he had come across. His father certainly believed in perfection, but he was sure that he was reaching out for the wrong kind. As much as he and his father were estranged, it hurt him to see the man that had raised him in the best manner he could fall so hard again and again.

"People have become disillusioned with seeking perfection because, often, people sought the wrong kind of perfection in the past. They had an imperfect vision for what perfection would be like and failed to reach that imperfect vision of perfection. Others, I think, give up too easily on perfection because they do not want to face the hardship and work it would take," he mused as he turned a page in his book.

"What is a clique? I was part of one in my old school, but I didn't consciously make the decision to join one, if you know what I mean."



"Ian, are you....alright?"

Ian sighed. He might have distracted both Indigo and Jacob for a moment with the news he gave them, but Kaycee had been here to see what happened and he could feelt Indigo looking at him expectantly. He shrugged as if it was no big deal and gave the others a small smile.

"I'm alright, thanks. I appreciate it, but I should have known better than to cross paths with a group of cheereleaders. Too many failed government experiments among them," he joked. He sighed slightly.

"I don't mind too much. After high school, it's all downhill for them. That bitch that tripped me will have to use even more chemicals to make herself look pretty, but she'd still look plastic compared to you two," he told Indigo and Kaycee with a grin.