Power Journal of the Week

Dispute of the Sanitized

They had nothing to say to each other. Maverick hated Contessa with a fiery passion. Contessa had never done anything wrong in her entire life, and it wasn't her fault that everyone liked her much more than Maverick. Contessa was beautiful in the eyes of her kind. Her soft, aloe enriched alcohol left anyone who had come in contact with her completely disinfected and also softened the skin of many.

Maverick could never say the same. He was bland, and smelt funny. His nature was translucent and boring opposed to the lively green, whimsical mood that Contessa emitted. Even the face he was born with was boring. While he was “50% more free” and a “Special Value”, his silhouette was nothing compared to Contessa's. Her warm inviting face, “Germ-X enriched with aloe”, caused many a student to just walk across the room during the middle of class. Even those sitting close to Maverick would leave their seats to enjoy her softening sanitizer.

One day, a student decided that Contessa was too far away from him. He concluded his decision by moving her closer to him. Maverick sat on this very student's desk every day. He watched the student leave the chair and go to her. He was filled with anger and raging emotions. He wished that he could be used and cared about just as much as she. Then the student picked up Contessa and started walking back towards his chair. Thoughts rushed through Maverick's head; angry thoughts. He didn't even know what to do with himself. He wished he could physically move towards the edge and jump onto the floor.

As the student sat down, he placed Contessa right next to Maverick. There are no adjectives in existence to describe the tension between the two. Contessa was innocent and uncomfortable. Maverick was so livid that he couldn't see straight. She said to him, “You know, I don't think I've ever talked to you.” He didn't respond. He didn't know how to. Contessa made eye contact with him and told him something that would forever change his outlook on life. “You seem really interesting. All the other sanitizers talk about how you're completely different and unique from the rest of us. I bet it's nice not having people move you around or bother you all the time. I wish I was like you.”

Never before had Maverick felt such a sensation. Contessa had secretly longed to be like him all along. “I always thought that I was boring and bland compared to you,” he said as he looked down at the ground in front of her.

She was shocked, “No! You're the coolest bottle of hand sanitizer ever! I bet you could have whatever you want, whenever you want!”

The days that pursued where wonderful for Maverick. He was always much more than a “Special Value” to everyone, even though he didn't know it.