The sun was shining bright today and there weren’t any clouds in
the sky save from a few patches here and there. It was nice and comfortable
instead of being far too hot to handle, allowing Tom and I to walk casually. We
chatted as we made our way to the park located just down the road from us. Tom
lived closer to it than I, but it was still only a few minutes’ walk from my
house, so there was no need for any transportation except our own legs.
‘So, what’s
happening down at the park, then?’ I asked Tom as we neared.
‘You’ll see,’ he
said, trying to keep that bit of information a secret, but I could tell it was
trying to force its way out of his mouth by the way he was grinning.
‘I didn’t hear
anything about this event,’ I said, trying to make casual conversation and to
see if I could get whatever is going on out of him.
‘You never know
when anything is happening,’ he countered.
‘True,’ I said,
shrugging off that backfire. He is true in that I have no clue of anything that
is going on due to my introverted nature. I like to keep myself to myself when
I’m at school and home, only communicating with the likes of my friend, Tom and
my family. I hardly have any conversations on the internet either, except with
Tom for whenever he is unable to make it round mine or I around his.
I know what I did
back in that Parallel Universe was rather putting myself out there. I was all
over the news, for goodness sake, but that’s a completely different scenario
altogether. I had my identity hidden so no one actually knew who I was, and I
was in another Universe, meaning I didn’t have to act how I do in this
Universe. Sure, I could just as easily change my personality to the likes of
what it was back there, but I figured it would be better if I just acted how
people know me, just to avoid confusion and all that jazz.
The other reason, I suppose, was
due to the fact that I had massively powerful superpowers that boosted my
confidence as well as my strength and speed and other stuff. I was in a
different Universe, so a different me was necessary, I thought. Although, it
did pave the way to my enlightenment, allowing me to see just what I am capable
of achieving if I actually do something, instead of keeping myself to myself. I
will always keep that experience in the back of my mind, just in case, but for
now, it’s back to my normal self, and I’m OK with that.
Besides, if Amy is actually
there, then even if I did act confident in this Universe, I will immediately
drop back down to my old level faster than a brick from the tallest building,
and I don’t want that to happen, so it’s best to just start from the bottom so
I don’t have to fall anywhere, that way I can work my way up, if I choose to. I
know that sounds slightly contradictory, but I believe it is the best thing to
do. This place is my home, and so I need to act like it is.
Anyway, I’m rambling
a bit here and slowly zoning out. I snapped myself back into this world and
focused on where I was going. We didn’t say anything until we came to the
park’s entrance. The park wasn’t full of slides, roundabouts, climbing frames,
it was just a large plain field that anyone can enter and relax in. People take
their dogs for a walk to this park where they can let them off their leads and
play fetch, or have picnics, or just a casual stroll. However, today, the
entire field was taken over by hundreds of stalls. Well, it wasn’t quite
hundreds due to the size of it, but it was a lot nevertheless.
‘It’s a fair,’ I
said.
‘Not only that,’
Tom said, ‘at the back, there’s a concert hall where a local band is playing in
for a couple of hours this morning, then again this evening.’
This reminded me
of the market place Amy and I went to back in the first Parallel Universe I
travelled to, except that was in the high street and didn’t have a concert hall
at the back. But, the many stalls, from what I can see, had a large variety of
stuff. I had to get closer to determine what stuff the stalls had, but from
here, the spectrum looked rather diverse.
‘How long is this
on for?’ I asked.
‘Only for a
couple of days,’ Tom said. ‘It’s the beginning of the summer fair. I think they
want to make it a tradition because my mum and dad told me that they have
already booked this field for the next two years.
‘They sound
confident with their success,’ I said.
‘From the looks
of that crowd,’ he said widening his arms to indicate the mass of people all
walking from one stall to another where they would stand and chat with the
stall holders before making a purchase and moving on to the next, ‘I would say
they were right to be so.’
‘How much is it
to get in?’ I asked.
‘It’s free to
enter,’ he said, ‘so anyone can enter, but obviously for everything else you
have to pay for. I think it’s only a couple of quid to enter the concert hall,
which I’m going to by the way. I don’t need your answer,’ he said, knowing that
I don’t normally go to a concert. Not my kind of atmosphere.
‘Shall we, then,’
I said, letting Tom go first.
‘I’ll let you
chose where to go first,’ he said.
‘You know me and
decisions,’ I said, ‘you choose.’
‘As you wish, and
I followed him towards a section where I realised that allowing Tom to make the
first choice was a mistake.
TO BE
CONTINUED…
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Antony Hudson
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