Untitled [Ryan Smith]

[Jordan Anderson]

((Yeah, I'm lacking inspiration for a title at the moment.))

Why am I even writing down things that probably are not worth even being thought about? Then again, perhaps writing things down is a good thing since it's not like anybody else really listens to me anyway. The parental units just force me to do things just like they decided to move up here. I know why they did it too, they thought that if they got me away from the town that knew me before the accident and knew how much had changed that everything would be fine. Oh yeah, like that would ever happen it's not like I could change overnight.

Maybe if people actually tried to talk to me without asking some question about he accident and not staring at me then perhaps I'd talk to different people. But no, people used to just stare at me and then look at their friends and say things. For example, "look there's Ryan he used to be..". Yeah, I know I used to be pretty decent at basketball and I guess that if you really wanted to you have considered me popular but not anymore. Why did we even move here, how could this place be any different? Well, I'd better go before somebody realizes that I'm still up since it is one in the morning.

[Jordan Anderson]

Why the hell can't people just leave me alone and not even try talking to me? Is it that hard to do, they could just ignore me if they wanted. Yes, I am angry but for a very good reason, honestly. I really must be cracking up if I'm actually writing like I'm talking to a simple notebook. Maybe my mom is right, perhaps I really did lose it? No, since I'm not seeing things or talking to myself..much. Who cares if I talk to myself at times (which is rare) it's not like I'm talking about how I'm going to end things or anything. I'd better get to the point instead of rambling though, or maybe I just don't like writing things down that are going to be read later.

Anyway, today I was just sitting in the kitchen reading the newspaper for a change. Sure it was the sports section, again but this paper actually makes that section interesting. And in walks this guy, who was probably a year or so older than me saying that he needs to know where some broken things is in the house. I said that I didn't know but they then noticed that I was reading the sports section. The next thing I know they're trying to carry on a sports related conversation with me. That didn't last very long since they literally hit the one sport that I'll never talk about. I'll give you one guess about what that sport is, you guessed it, basketball. It turns out they knew who I was and tried to get me to talk about my time spent playing it. I told them to go away, and after about five seconds they did. Then, after about ten minutes I leave the kitchen to go up to my room.

This next part's the climax. I'm just about to go upstairs when I hear my sister talking to his guy. It turns out his name was Jordan. She tells him that I said I don't want to play basketball again but she really thinks I do but I'm scared to. Maybe she's right, but she doesn't have to tell a complete stranger that. And then I go upstairs and slam my door which is where I am now. It wouldn't surprise me is they were still down there talking. I think that she knows that I heard what she said though. It serves he right, maybe I should just stay up here for a few days to prove my point. What is that point, well it's that people should just forget that I ever played basketball.