Something New

The Micro Adventures of Maximus Eaves

(So during senior year of High School I had this plan to start a play…and well nothing exactly worked out. I had the idea but not the time or the skill. And now I am planning to write out a much bigger project. But I still love the idea I had, about a Boy named Maximus who has been gifted with the ability to see what others are thinking. It was a gift passed down through a royal bloodline and he is now the golden boy of his family. Only problem is, he feels incredibly depressed because he can see the honest version of the world around him and he hates what he sees. So along with his best friend/ semi-servant Harold West the two tackle everyday life through the lens of truth, in order to find so resemblance of Sanity in a dark world. So yeah, this is my writing practice. Bam.)

Day 1: Something new

          “two months…it’s been two months and is still have no idea what is happening”. Max stared out into the bay from atop the green bench that was at the end of a long walking path that started from Max’s local park. It had become his place of solitude when he was done pretending to be like other normal teens and could just rant about all the irrelevant details of life that plagued his mind on a daily basis. “Ernie,” Max said referring to the semi-polluted body of water he had grown close to, “Why is it that I can’t just be a superhero like other teens with powers? I mean I have no idea how useful I would be in the field as a mind reader, but granted im a go-getter, and I think given the chance I could be something more…dynamic than the ‘Golden Boy’.” In Max’s family line the Golden boy was chosen due to their ability to physically see the inner thoughts and intentions of others, and all of Max’s life he had been closely guarded so his power is not abused by some outside force.

“Ahh so here you are, I was starting to think that you had actually run off for good this time,” stated a mysterious voice that approached Max as he was horizontally laid out on the bench.

“Shove it Harold, if you were called to find me by my parents or some crap like that I’m not interested. Its summer and I plan on doing absolutely nothing as long as I possibly can.” Max shifts to make room for Harold on the bench, knowing full well his best friend would never sell him out.

“Well then I’m sure you wouldn’t be interested in all this glorious junk-food I brought,” Replied Harold in a devilish voiced as he took out double-bacon cheeseburgers and curly friends from a large brown paper bag. Max turned to his friend, quickly taking a portion of the food for himself.

“Damn you Harold, my one weakness” Max sighed as Harold sat down next to him. “What are we doing man, two months into what will be our last summer before our final year of high school and we have done next to nothing.”

“Nothing?!,” Harold cried, “You know damn well that’s not true. In these past few months we have reunited a homeless man with his long lost daughter, helped the police find the hideout of a convicted serial rapist,  assisted our local youth center in creating a summer program that does not strain the city’s budget to heavily, and rescued a little girl’s puppy from the death of a speeding minivan.”

          “Ahh…yes the minivan, I think that may be my proudest moment yet, but we need to do more that. We need something bigger, something that will keep us occupied, something new..” Max said, lost in deep thought.

“Well my good sir what do you have in mind?” Harold was amused now, Max was not neccesarliy known for having thoughts on the level of a normal human being.

“Hmm…I think it is time for a road trip Harold, time to pack up and find something that will really wet our fancy, you have exactly one week to think about it.” Max then finished his food rapidly, jumped up from the bench, and proceeded to run home to inform his parents of his next micro-adventure.