Free write 1/25/18 unedited

The Party- from two separate point of views

Jackson’s perspective

It was a Friday night and we had nothing to do- me, Bailey and Barley.  We had just met each other in the past year at school- we were all going into sophomore year after this summer.  It was a perfect summer night- it wouldn’t be dark until around nine and we were bored, as usual.  We were walking down the street, that of Bailey’s neighborhood- it was the type of street that winds in a circle, as opposed to the kind that follows a straight path.

The gravel underneath my feet looked especially energetic that night.  I could see the roundness in each stone that I kicked out on in front of me as I walked.  The streetlights stretched over us, something like guardians against any evil that probably wouldn’t reach us, only due to the fact that the thought of streetlamps that possessed the energy would probably scare the crap out of any entity that would ever cross our path.  Sometimes I see the energy in windows that could double for faces, trains that pursued a worried path over loud rails, or ceiling fans that twirl with the agony and possibility that about 99.99% of the human population would never uncover that sense, that that part of the human brain still hasn’t and may never be used.  I look for the energy when I’m bored, or when I sense danger coming- because it is kind of like looking into a crystal ball- you can see what the energy already knows- if something dangerous is about to happen, or if all is well; if everything’s okay- the happy vibe flows through everything like a wave of electricity; if not, I know to keep my head up.

Bailey knew about the energy, but Barley didn’t.  Barley could have passed for my twin- we both had almost completely shaved blonde hair, we had a similar facial structure, same height.  Me and Bailey are pros at uncovering the energy, and I often wonder if Barley will ever come to our side, and join forces with us.  It isn’t something you can just tell a person- they have to figure it out for themselves, they have to gain the experience- if they can’t see the energy themselves, one may go crazy if you just pointed to a chair and said, “do you see the sitter in the seat?”.  I guess if you asked a scientist, they would say Bailey and I were crazy, but maybe if you gave it a couple centuries one from the future might say that it is because we can see the energy in everything.  I mean, think about it: if you could see energy in inanimate objects, how would it appear?  Would a table float? Would a telephone ring on its own, without a caller calling someone?  Who knows, maybe the energy is the way that God is showing that there is more than just energy in the world- because everyone knows that a happy sofa is better than the nothingness that would exist without things like love and beauty.   And this is why I want to tell the story of the party through Barley’s point of view- so you, the reader may see it from a pure point of view.

Barley’s Point of View

Jackson, Bailey and I were walking down the winding path- on out own, but we were planning on going to a party later.  When we crossed paths with Amelia, a red-haired girl form school, I felt a wave of happiness that passed through me because of her attractiveness.  Bailey raised her hand in greeting (and 1% Hitler style) and Amelia invited us to a party at her friend Kailey’s house.  We declined because we had other plans, but last-minute Jackson said he wanted to go to the party that Amelia was going to.  So, we went, and Jackson played basketball with some Notre Dame and/or St Pat’s guys, near Kailey’s basketball net in her alley.  The cement under the players was divided into squares.  Jackson wore a basketball cap and an athletic attire.  We hung out until all three of us got tired and then we went to another party, where Jackson and I talked about Amelia- she was pretty, but a lot of people at school thought she was stuck up.  And when I fell asleep that night, after I got home, all I could think of was Amelia’s bright red hair that stood up against the setting sun as she and us hung out in Kailey’s alley- with a streetlight stretched out over her in an arc.