Zero to Hero

‘There will be so many strangers. I am reluctant of them.’ I wailed.

‘Are you? Why did you acquire an MBA degree, then?’

Verily, why would I do MBA, then? I had no answer and I agreed to attend the magnificent party at Miss Yvonne’s.

This famous event of all business and trade personalities dining together would annually take place at the ‘Yvonne Mansion’. Her colossal garden had been embellished with decor and lights for the ceremony. Veronica and I strolled past the ever-going rows of expensive cars. Large teams of private security guards, who accompanied each of the invited very-important-persons, suspiciously glared at us. Though it was not queer, they were casting the same looks over almost everyone. We attained to a floral gate and there we were-in the middle of a human sea. All over were groomed man in Armani suits and the women in silk gowns. Right then I inhaled in best fragrances of Paris.

Suddenly Veronica’s phone rang to life. But her face drained out of life after she heard the other side.

‘Is everything all right?’ I inquired.

‘Mother had another trauma attack, they took her to hospital, and I am leaving now.’ She rushed full speed to entrance.

I accompanied her to outside but she refused to take me any further.

‘Someone got to fill me on all the happenings’. She patted me.

As I saw her leave, leaving me behind, a thought struck me: ‘What am I going to do now?’

I glanced around extremely desperate to catch sight of at least a solitary recognized face. And I did recognize almost every one; all the tycoons, industrialists and models that were always on television, though none of them would ever chat with me in a century. There was no real acquaintance. I was surrounded by important people but no one that I knew. Furthermore, their eyes fell questioningly upon me and could not be matched. After all I was not one of them and both of us knew that.

After striding around for an hour I collapsed on one of the benches at far-end. ‘A respectable name in the society’, that covered the entire of my desires. But no matter of my endeavors, my awful socializing aspects would never fail to fail me. ‘Why was I such a dolt when it comes to befriend people’ I thought while tears slide down to my cheeks. I had been fighting with my emotions and loosing consistently . I was a looser after all.

Abruptly, some heart-piercing shrieks rose. Then huge blazes broke out in the trees, beside the barbecue arrangements. The throng of spectators immediately rushed towards the exit, screaming violently and running over each other. I followed them as well.

Just as I had reached the exit, I caught sight of a woman captured in Yvonne’s precious imported trees. The clump was on flares. I wanted to run ahead but something stopped me and urged me to that clump, to the life threatening clump.
‘But even if I lived without saving her will my consciousness ever allow me to breath?’ I asked myself.

And as if I already acknowledged the reply I hastened to the trees with a fire snatcher.

When I brought her out, bruised yet alive, the parking lot was muted with a mysterious silence. A secretary made her way to us, thanking me for saving Ms. Yvonne.

‘No problem’ I told her.

Wait… Ms. Yvonne!!

That was when the crowd broke into applause. Cameras flashed and the business persons began to pour in to congratulate me on my achievement and praise my bravery.

 Was it the same crowd that looked through me until a few hours ago. Of course it was. Yet I was different. I was now a hero.