The Contradictite

[Author's Note: This is another early story written by me. It was published originally in October of 2000 in Between The Lines Literary Magazine . It tells the story of a fish out of water, of the teenage angst of not fitting in: with your peers, your family, or even with yourself.] Hubert skipped a rock off the surface of the water. He looked disheveled and sad. He  knew that he had great power, but he did not have the power to turn back time. Life hadn't always been like this. In fact, life had never been like this. It all started last week. People made fun of him. He was different. He had out of style clothes, an out of style hair cut, and an even more out of style dialect. They called him names, they beat him up, they treated him poorly. He went home miserable. He went home sad. He went home crying. He got home. No one was around. His mother would probably be home from her job soon, and she would know that he had been crying. She would wonder why, and then tell hi

[Authors Note: This is one of my earliest published pieces. It was originally published in August of 2000 in Between The Lines Literary Magazine , an online publication dedicated to literature and art written by high school students.] One day, while wasting a weekend doing pretty much nothing, I was looking for something simple to occupy myself with. I walked past the mirror, but I didn't walk past the mirror on the other side. I was just standing there, looking at myself walking by. I was laughing. I looked like an idiot too. I asked myself, "What are you laughing at?" I replied, "You! Look at you! You have all this time that could be used doing things! You could be drawing, working, writing, playing, talking to people, or any other moderately useful thing, and here you are, just wandering around aimlessly, trying to waste time!" I looked at myself oddly. "What are you talking about? Why is that funny?" I responded, looking myself straight i