The Growing-up Chronicles

This, I suppose, is what you would call a nobody- but this nobody is I. Yes, I am that little speck that holds all the secrets of people and the Earth. The only problem is I constantly have to fight with Earth because I want the sky to be purple,  I want the grass painted red, I want the water to be colored black, and I need the sun to be clear.

"No!" Mom tells me, " The grass shall be green, not red."

" But what about 'Keep off the Grass!'... Haven't you ever heard of that phrase, Mom? Doesn't red mean stop?"

I remember those days well when mother had reprimanded me so much because I wanted something outrageous. I guess in the end, it doesn't even matter. When Mom gets to say no, it becomes quite permanent- just like an oil stain.

I once was told that I had people in me. My father, Celestial, told me so. Really now, people live in me? C'mon, there has to be a better reason than that to explain why the newcomers told me I was 'full of it'. But one fateful day, I was out playing, and all of a sudden smoke popped out of my ears! I ran to my father and I broke down.

"Don't worry, Town, we'll take care of those pesky people!" My father ran to my mother and told her my problem, and well... we killed the carrots in my ears. Mom had told me that she put acid rain in my auditory organs, and I was perfectly better.

I ended up marrying this person called City. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me in my whole entire life. When he proposed to me, he offered a string that he called interstate. I naturally said 'Yes' and went on my merry way.

A few centuries later, we had a child. I named her Metro, and City named her Polis. Metro Polis was always a weird child. She buzzed loudly twice per day, and then buzzed quietly in between times.

I remember she once had an anger management problem. She yelled constantly and would never stop- even while she was singing in the shower. I tried to stop her many times, but she won't quit yelling. Luckily for me though, she got a never-ending case of laryngitis... "Yes!"

Three days ago, mother called and told me that my sister, Countryside, is dying. Country told Mom that she had some sort of disease that was taking over her body. Slowly, but surely, she was dying. I really don't want to see her go; my brother, Icecap, is all ready decaying, and I can't do anything about it, and I don't want to lose another relative. I guess I could always have my cousin with me... Continent always had a liking to me, as if she wanted to be my mother, but couldn't be.

Continent and I once got into a fight. She had told me that she was my mother, and I had to do as she wished. I never believed her, until one hour ago, when Mom had told me that Continent  was, indeed, my real mother. How exactly could that have happened, I wondered. The only answer I got though was silence, and in silence I shall live for the rest of my life.

As for my daughter, and City- both of them left me because I became unpopular. My daughter is now a lost angel, and my ex-husband, yet husband (because we never got a divorce), became known as Modern, and also as Urban.

My grandmother still lives, but she has only a few millennia left. Her light still burns, but she never talks to her husband anymore. Why? Well, that is simple- he is my father, and he's bipolar. Yep, bipolar; father always did circle around grandma and he did cause a lot of night and day. There were twelve-hour nights and twelve-hour days, and the days seemed longer than the nights!

How I missed those days though. Those were the days of happiness and of stability. They were the days where all creation was perfect. I really wish that I could see my daughter again, but I don't know how to talk anymore. No one ever comes, and no one ever goes because no one comes.

I suppose that was my cue to write though. Yes, it was my cue to write.

"What should I put on my paper...?" I said.

"Long before any popular towns were created, there was a single little dot on the Earth. It was as small as a flea, but that tiny little speck is what had created this modern haven we now call society. This little speck was called a town.

This, I suppose, is what you would call a nobody- but this nobody is I. Yes, I am that little speck that holds all the secrets of people and the Earth. The only problem is I constantly have to fight with Earth because I want the sky to be purple, I want the grass painted red, I want the water to be colored black, and I needed the sun the clear."