Methodical is the only word that comes to mind when I think of how intricate the script my creator has written for me actually is. I enter my living room and greet my new family as if I had known them for all my life. Following the directions written in the script with such ease, it’s as if my destiny itself has manifested within its very pages. After having a bite to eat and getting dressed for an activity called “School”, I bravely head out into the world unknown.

Only to discover I reside within a small modern town, in a land ever so foreign to my mind, and yet familiar within my heart. One foot after another, I venture ever forward on the pathway towards this “School”, just as the script dictates I should. Wonder fills my heart as I gaze upon the common folk who apparently live in my town; they go about their daily lives, creating an almost welcoming atmosphere to this culturally energetic little settlement. I decide to take my time learning the ways of these people, my people, and this peculiar suburb.

Whether it was fate or by some bizarre coincidence, as I take in every aspect of my surroundings, I manage to spot out of the corner of my eye the face of someone truly dear to me; my best friend. There he stands across the street, waiting with several other people who are dressed like him on the edge of the road; he holds onto a pole of steel embedded in the ground as he gazes down the road, clearly looking for something. I feel my heart leap and a smile form on my face as my feet carry me towards him as quickly as I can manage.

Only a few steps into my venture, I am stopped by the sudden and swift arrival of a ball of light appearing before me; floating in my path as to prevent me from continuing further, I think “C-Creator!? B-But why?” Perplexed, I reach out to the ball of light as I think “Why would you stop me from seeing my friend?” A single finger touches its surface before it disperses into the air, revealing a script. Taking the hint from my creator, I grab hold of the script with an uneasy conviction. Looking one last time at my dear friend as he boards a large, 4 wheeled rectangular vehicle with the other people. The vehicle drives off towards the direction of my “School” and I start to understand what my creator is trying to say… “Now is not the time.”

Continuing my walk to “School”, I soon find my heart full of hope as I think “Creator… I now know that you have a plan for me; to meet my friend, in this world, in a way so special that you felt the need to stop me from ruining it… Thank you.” Realizing I will be able to talk to my friend once the moment is right, I choose to see the script of my creator’s will through to the end. The spring in my step becomes ever so lighter as my mind fills to the brim with the possibilities for how I am to finally meet my best friend.