![]() ![]() Callie and Thomas date for three and a half years. Right at this point, I decided that my story and Atwood’s would not end up the same.ĭ. Teen angst: a phrase he defined as “teenagers who are dealing with stressful events and theorize the outcome to be nothing but a complete catastrophe.” I realized that the only way Atwood’s stories could come true is if I let them. However, it was at this point I remembered a term my dad once used… a term that I couldn’t help but feel applied to me. I found myself spiraling into these thoughts of a depressing future, carving Atwood’s tales into stories of my own. She has no passion for her career, and discovers she has no love for anything anymore. She has no friends, as the only person she was close to was Thomas. Once she does, she realizes she has nothing to go to. She grows depressed and weak, and finally can’t take it anymore. Callie continues to work her desk job, fantasizing about the times she aspired to be a doctor. Callie protests, forcing him to stay in the relationship. She meets up with him in a café, noting that he won’t make eye contact. He comes home later each night, until he doesn’t come home at all. Callie works a job that she finds trivial and unfulfilling while Thomas grows distant with each passing day. They get married and adopt a dog and two cats. Her friends tell her not to, that he isn’t good enough for her-that he will leave her again. Callie and Thomas have broken up many times in their lives, each time she takes him back. Two weeks later Thomas wants to get back together and Callie agrees.Ĭ. She should have seen it coming, but was blinded by the hopes of being high school sweethearts. ![]() He says he wants to be independent for a while and become more mature. Thomas breaks up with Callie again on Halloween night. They get voted cutest couple in the high school, and date until their sophomore year of college. The next week Thomas tells Callie he made a mistake she takes him back and they move on from the incident. Callie cries about it to her dad, who does his best to respond to the bubbling stream of words flowing from his daughter’s mouth. He tells Callie that he wants to break up-but that he is really sorry for hurting her feelings. He is shivering, and not because of the mounds of greying snow that line the sides of the choppy asphalt road. Thomas drives Callie home from school, and parks the car in front of her house. Callie and Thomas fall in love and date until the middle of their senior year of high school. This is the end of their story” (Atwood, 282).ī. They both have hobbies which they find stimulating and challenging. After college they get married, pursue their dream careers, and “have two children, to whom they are devoted. They go to prom together senior year, and are voted cutest couple for their senior superlative. Sophomore year of high school, Thomas and Callie begin dating. ![]() Callie discovers herself sitting next to him again in English, History, and Biology. The first day of her freshman year of high school, Callie finds herself sitting next to Thomas in homeroom. I felt that all I had been through was a cruel playback of Margaret Atwood’s tale…Ī. The night of Halloween, I began to believe that this is true, that happiness is an illusion. Relationships don’t always work out, many crash and burn in between. The endings are always the same, no matter what happens in the middle. Atwood states that happy endings don’t exist, that any story that says so is deceitful (Atwood 285). What happens next? If you want a happy ending, try A” (Atwood, 282). Margaret Atwood begins her story stating that “John and Mary meet. At that moment, sitting alone bathed only in the occasional light of a passing car’s high-beams, I found myself falling apart. It was the week of Halloween, and everything I believed to be so solid had inexplicably collapsed around me. Sitting atop of my dorm room bed while listening to the push and pull of high-tech elevator in the hallway next to me, I couldn’t help but feel that Margaret Atwood was right that happy endings don’t exist. The past month I have been thinking about a lot of things, particularly about a short story called “Happy Endings” by Margret Atwood. ![]()
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