A Story

Daria Popova

24.06.2010, 2 p.m.

Susan put her camera on her neck and climed the other branch. It was a sunny day, just ideal for picturing nature.
The day before she had seen a huge tree in the park not far from the office of a redactor who said that he can pay a rather big amount of money for her article. Susan thought that she could make good photoes from the top of that tree. Womans parents hated her for doing such useless stuff. She was 29 and all she did was writing articles for different journals for a law pay, making photoes and living in a little flat, which she rented with her friend. Parents said that she must find a normal job, get married and mother at least one kid. However she did not want to. She dated with some guys, but she did it only because almost everyone had told her that it was wierd not to date with anyone at all. When she was 25 she gave up that idea and agreed with the fact that she was wierd. To show her position she got bald. Her parents did not talk to her for half a year after that, but then they resigned. When she was a student, Susan had a dream to write a bestseller, but then she thought that it would be okey if even several hundred people read her novels. Sitting on one of the branches she thought how possible it is to be happy if you differ from the one people want you to be and about what happiness is. Several days before that she had finished couple of novels  about those feeling. She understood that in spite of lots of regrets from people, she was rather happy. Suddenly the branch cracked. Susan quickly put her camera on her neck and tried to clutch another branch, but she was late. The branch fell down with Susan sitting on it. Lying on the bench on which she had grounded she managed to think how wierd death it could be.

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24.06.2012, 6 p.m.
- Hi, guys!
- John, it’s awesome that you’re here! We have one question for you.
Five friends were having picnic under a huge tree in a park not far from the center of the city.
- Stop! Before we ask you, tell us what redactor has said. Will we see your article in the journal?
- Nope. Not now. I’ll try it again later.
- Oh, we’re so sorry for that.
Said pretty girl with long blond hair sitting next to John.
- Sasha, it’s okay. I really don’t worry about that. So, what did you want to ask?
- Lily wants to get bold.
Exclaimed well-built guy who was hugging Sasha.
- Like Susan Keith?
- Yes! I understand that it is kind of popular now, but it is ugly for a girl to be bald.
Added he scowlingly.
- Why? Some people say that having blue hair is ugly.
The girl with bright blue hair shragged.
- But you date with guys!
Shouted to the guy looking at her with anger.
- I’m really fed up with them. Sometimes I think that may be I will be happier without those relationship.
- It’s all because you have not found the man of your dream.
Said Sasha and looked at her boyfriend with as much love as she could.
- Now I don’t date with anyone and I am rather happy. But I can be happy dating with someone too... I think I need to read some novels by Susan Keith to tell my point of view. Or... What about Lily... I think it’s her own business. If she wants to cut her hair off, she is free to do that.
- John, it’s great that you are on my side! I think that it’s awesome when a person is free to do what she wants and not be blamed for that.
Smiled the girl with blue hair.
- After my last relationship I think about cutting off my hair too.
- Robbin, don’t do that! Why?
Exclaimed Sasha.
- Because I’m really fed up with it.
Robbin smiled sadly.
- I think that after such a conversation we should drink for the happiness. We can cut our hair off or no, we can have lots of money or no. We should live as we feel. Nobody axcept ourselves understands what can make us happy!
- Oh, so romantic, Vicky, but bright blue colour really don’t fit you.
Sasha whispered pouring beer in her glass.
- Whatever, dude. I’m just happy with this colour. Cherished!
- Cherished!
It was a sunny day, just ideal for hanging out with friends outside and talking about happiness.