Dead Happy
I have never done a creative writing piece, so this is a bit of a change to my usual stuff.
This is just my English coursework (I got an A, chuffed!) and I thought I should post it to CLIC. This is my story...
Dead Happy
Tobias and Sarah were best friends since late primary school. They were always together and never apart. They were always giggling never unhappy. It was true friendship, something that could never be spoilt, never.
Sarah was very small and petit. Her hair was as white as hay and soft like silk. She had slim black glasses that framed her glassy brown eyes. Her small white face could just about hold her pink features. Sarah was a china doll, just as pretty, just as perfect. Although, she wasn’t the best dressed girl. Most of her clothes had rips and broken seams. Nothing different about her now than ten – fifteen years ago. Sarah was an intelligent girl; she just didn’t have opportunities to express herself as she was living in a run down estate with her penniless parents.
Tobias, unlike Sarah, was tall and still is. His chocolate brown hair was coarse and so long that it hindered his eyesight. It was neat and made him look like a spice boy. He grew out of his cute face and a smug mug emerged. His blue eyes complimented his red lips that poured. Tobi wore grey straight leg suits that grazed his ankles, very different from his childhood dungarees and comic shirts. Tobi, he was neither bright nor dull. In contrast to Sarah, he had plenty of chances and many open doors because his parents were rolling in it.
July 4th 1993
Tobias and Sarah sat together on the foreign Boeing, which was travelling over 300mph to a hot destination that is Barcelona. It was a short flight that consisted of the both of them talking about how great the study trip will be and about what they dream place to live is, etc. You couldn’t shut them up. They were annoying teenagers to be honest.
After two hours of non-stop talking, they arrived in the culture filled city. It was gleaming. The smell of the plane fuel lingered in their noses and it made them crinkle their nose. They both walked into a massive building, which was bustling with people. They approached the passport control and presented their passports, then continued through the airport. There was a mammoth rush to gain their possessions from the conveyer belt. Tobias and Sarah seemed puzzled to why everyone was in a rush, they just wanted to experience everything at a slow pace. After the cattle-like crowd cleared, they collected their suitcases and yanked them along towards the revolving doors.
Outside was boiling. The sun was beaming down and nothing was out of place. Not a cloud in sight. The only sound was the racket of the suitcases being pulled along the rigid paths. Sarah seemed to be the sensible one and wanted to keep on top of everything so kept close to the pack. However, Tobi was like a lost sheep. He didn’t know where to look; he just tagged along behind everyone. Like dominoes, one by one each classmate came to a halt as the teacher gives out instructions and introduces them to the wonderful city.
They clambered off the bus and a run down yellow hotel greeted them. No Dar Para Arriba hotel. The sign had letters missing from it and above the reception, on the roof, there were flip flops, socks, empty bottles of suntan lotion scattered around. The hotel isn’t attractive. It has green fungus growing around the corners of each balcony.
The green slime continued in the hotel bathroom. Sarah stood profile to the mirror and splashed her face with droplets of water as Tobi watched on. He was sat on the toilet seat just staring at her reflection. And then he opened his mouth…
“Sar, me and you should be together. What could go wrong?” Tobias, now looking down at the floor and is embarrassed. Sarah looks over her shoulder and just nodded, followed by an awkward silence.
After five days spent glaring at beautiful buildings, late nights down the beach and shopping, the couple stood in the Cardiff airport just looking at each other, speechless. Tobias kissed her forehead and said goodbye.
July 5th 1997
Nine years spent as best friends, it has to come to an end soon. Tobias was leaving for London Metropolitan University, as paid for by his parents. However, Sarah was staying closer to home because she couldn’t afford to live away from her parents. Swansea University awaited her.
Both of them stood parallel to each other. They were dressed in red robes clutching luggage. It was the last day of college. Neither of them had any regrets. Tobias holds her hands in his and kisses her forehead and waves her good bye.
July 6th 1998
Tobi dropped out of university and is now a famous and a well known TV presenter on GMTV. He always used this as an advantage to gain popularity, money, and girls. Tobias always takes girls back to his London pad. It’s turning into a usual routine.
Tobias had mistresses. One in particular was Naomi. She had tanned skin and broad shoulders with brown curly hair that brushed against them. She always seemed to wear red, whether a dress or a wristband. She meant nothing to Tobi, he just used her, she made him look good and he knew it.
Tobias never spoke to Sarah any more, maybe a drunken phone call here and there, but no friendship. Tobias had lost all interest in little Sarah. He had queues and lines of girls that he could have at any moment now. He didn’t care any more.
Tobias is known for crazy nights out in London. Crazy, drunken nights filled with drugs and girls. The things that his seven-day weekend consisted of.
Tobi continuously turns up on the GMTV sofa hungover; untidy with bags under his eyes. He is sometimes so pale not even his make-up can cover his excesses. When the camera zooms in on him for a close-up, it is clear that all those nights spent in nightclub toilets snorting coke has caused his septum to erode. His behaviour persists and it will endanger his future.
Sarah, her life is now taken over by work from University. She is still living with her parents, which is more sensible really that Tobias. Sarah never goes out; she just studies biology in most of her spare time. Her average day is repetitive. Starts at eight, goes to several lectures, and nothing out of the ordinary happens, finishes at four and goes back home. Sarah has little friends, and little social life. Without Tobias she is nothing but at the moment it is better for her this way.
July 6th 2007
Everything was going right for Sarah, for once. She was going for a major interview to be head of Biology at Cambridge University. This is the biggest opportunity to cross her path.
Sar travelled up to London to stay for a month. To keep her going, she had a bog-standard job as a toilet cleaner in a well-known night club. R And R nightclub is Tobias's regular.
In a dark, modern room, the illuminating rays pick out the rouge sofas dotted around the room. The dance music is inviting people to colonise the dancefloor. The only dismal and dreary place in the party is where the toilets are situated. Where Sarah is dumped.
Tobias is finally caught in the act by lurking paparazzi hungry for a story. Tobi with his hand on Naomi’s lower back, inhales the illegal substance that he clasps between two fingers. Although he doesn’t realise that the photographers are clicking away. He continues to puff and as he does he spots a familiar face distant in the corner.
Sarah stands in the shadowy area, mopping the floors gloomily. She raises her head and is delighted at the sight of Tobi, her long lost friend! As she lifts her hand to wave, he turns his head and denies her. Feeling unwanted and unloved, she drops her cleaning equipment and dashes to her temporary rundown apartment in the suburbs of London.
July 7th 2007
Tobias is greeted by half a dozen newspapers all with pictures of him rebelling and an article about his scandalous acts pin these photos.
In another place, deep underground, Sarah is seated on the Tube. It is the happiest Sar has been, she feels excited but a little nervous. In her head she is preparing her thoughts for her big interview, but with a crashing sound these thoughts are stopped instantly.
As Sar lay without movement, surrounded by the innocent, perished, killed bodies, the carriage she is dead in is torn, damaged. Blown to pieces.
Tobias is desperate for a friend, he phones Sarah in hope that she’ll still love him. There is no answer. He presses the red dismissal button and sighs. Suddenly his phone rings, the message flashes ‘Sarah calling’. He answers triumphantly but on the other end of the line is not Sar but a police officer requesting Tobias to identify the lifeless body that is Sarah.
Down at the morgue, Tobias leans over her battered body and kisses her forehead and whispers goodbye. He will never see her again.
IMAGE: philippluecke
