An Unofficial Sequel to "A Clockwork Orange"
She's just learned to walk.
Now she's standing there, smiling at me. So happy with her new accomplishment.
It's just me and her. Her mother left this world when she was born. But I don't hate her for it. I could never feel hatred for her. She's the new music of my life. Music of my life. How strange that I should use so poetic a phrase. How different my life has been since I learned that she was coming into my life. She's changed me so very much.
But I still feel the tantalizing pull toward violence. When I think of those out there who are as I once was. The gangs and the thugs who still wander this world, I want to rid the world of them to protect her. I want to become her knight in shining armor, guarding her from the dragons of the world. There I go with the poetry again. So distant that is from the NadSat that once flowed so freely from these lips.
I still remember the first day I saw her. The first time I held her in my arms and looked into those eyes, so much like my own. Like my own, and yet different. Not filled with the pain and regrets of a misspent youth.
I think of the schools she will attend. And she will attend them, I'll make sure of that. She won't be skipping like I once did, or hanging out at the milk bars. There will be girl gangs and cliques. But I'll do my best to make sure she doesn't link up with any violent groups. I know I can't always be there for her unless I become a teacher somehow.
Can you imagine that? I, your humble narrator. A teacher? Cleaning chalkboards, giving tests, and grading papers! Oddly, I can almost imagine myself doing that. Of course it's more likely I'd become the custodian all things considered.
Yes, I've change so much because of her.