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Aren't You Lucky! @ juicy mood     Jul 01 2003, 13:11 (UTC+0) CyberHamster writes: The boy woke up. His room was dark, curtains casting deep shadows across the bed. The silence of the morning was broken only by the shrill keening of his alarm clock before he quickly turned it off. He had a shower, ate breakfast, brushed his teeth. His mother kissed him good-bye and told him to have a good day at school. Outside, he waited for the school bus. He looked at a billboard that read "This country owns 1/20 of the total wealth in the world. Perhaps we should give some back?" The bus pulled up beside the stop. Getting in, the boy wondered what his day was going to be like. He found out shortly thereafter. In geography, his teacher told him that his country had some of the best industrialisation in the world, that his country was self supporting and lived by the glory of free trade. In math, his teacher handed out new calculators, gravely telling the children that they were very lucky to have these ones; top of the line, best money could buy, she said. Literature, and his teacher told the class about the novel "Animal Farm" and how it was a characterisation of communism. "How lucky we are to live in our country" she said. The bell rang. Lunchtime, finally! thought the boy. Yuk, what is this garbage the cafeteria is selling? I am not eating that. "Do not throw out all of that good food!" exclaimed the chef. "Don't you know that people are starving elsewhere?" I suppose that is true, the boy thought, but how does that affect me? Back into class, he sits down at a desk. His teacher starts rambling on about the human anatomy, how fantastic it is. "Just look at the human eye!" he breathed. "Just amazing.. truly." I cannot stand much more of this, the boy thought. "Sir, I have a headache, may I go to sick bay?" "You are lucky," said the nurse, "that you are allowed to get this medication without parental consent!" The same thing, every day. The bell rang for the last time. Finally, he thought. Sitting at home, socks down, slouched in front of the flickering screen that told him about unlucky people in far off places, just wishing that they had what he had. Damn you boy, you are so lucky, and you don't even realise it. Day in, day out, the same old story. Aren't You Lucky. Yes, he thought. Maybe I am. But how do I know? Maybe I'm not! How do I know that this isn't just a fabricated dream? How lucky I am. The irony, he thought. In his bedroom, hunched on his bed, looking out the window, into a world of lies, or maybe its truth but no way to tell. The rays of the sun shattered the clouds in a soft tempered way, the insects outside stood silent in this moment of discovery... but what could he do? Utopia, he thought. It is out there somewhere. They keep telling me that it is here. The world maps, the atlas.. I have never been out there before. Maybe its the government, keeping us all in line, under control. Lucky people are content people, content people are happy people; happy people don't overthrow their governments. Who knows? He didn't, not yet. He packed his bag, grabbed some cash, ran to the airport. Picking a name at random, he said to the attendant "Take me there!" The sky was covered in a carpet of clouds, the water below looked deep and dark and forboding. He was tired, but he couldnt sleep. Who could? He was on the verge of enlightenment. The craft landed. Exitting the terminal, it was all he could do not to gasp, to shout in joy, to laugh forever and ever. It was utopia. I have found it! he said. I was right, all along. All that time of wondering, of doubting, of looking into the mirror and questioning, and I was right. A euphoric smile on his face, he hopped into a taxi, yelling "Anywhere! Take me anywhere!" Laughter took him, he was shaking, he couldn't contain it. Suddenly he felt a chill. "STOP!" he yelled, voice wavering. He got out, stumbled up the sidewalk. Raising his face, he read the words that blazed across the billboard- "Aren't You Lucky That You Live Here?" Wait... wasn't that what the other one said? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- More drivel for your enjoyment. The distinction between genius and insanity is in other peoples' perception read comments (2) / write comment recent comments: whahah acidchaoz 02.Jul:01:21 views: 400   printer-friendly version score: 4.00 \ votes: 2     vote: : 1 - worst23 - average45 - best