writer's debate

The board of notice was huge, and was covered by many advertisements. Out of all the many papers that cluttered the wall, I don't know what made my attention latch onto one of the smaller, inferior, fliers. The title must have caught my attention. ::NEW LIFE:: I was mildly intrigued. I approached the flier and proceeded to read the description. It simply read: " The NewLife foundation is an educational training company whose purpose is to provide experiential trainings that will assist you in taking on your life and assist you in coming to the knowledge of who you truly are. By creating a safe environment, you get to learn how to have your life work on new levels you never thought possible. We are not a religion or political organization and do not seek endorsements from religions or organizations. Our training is designed for people committed to having their lives work better. Registration will start thursday, october 15th at 7pm, and the class will begin at eight, and can range til twelve, or possibly later." That meant this class was tomorrow. What did I have to lose? It would be perfect. Work ended at 5pm for me. That would give me to hours to prepare for registration. I had nothing to lose, but everything to gain, i decided. I was going to NewLife. THE NEXT DAY I had a little trouble finding the place. I guess I was expecting some big, fancy, world reknown facility off the side of the road. When I finally found the adress, i was surprised to see a small little building in a backlot area off of a busy street, surrounded by other small businesses. I was nervous, as i tried to force myself out of my crappy car, and failed miserably. ' What am i doing here? What can these people possible tell me that will somehow magically change my life?' I seriously almost considered leaving. But then i changed my mind. I can't say that this can't help if I dont try it first. I opened the car door, and walked in the building. There was lots of people walking around the small building. The place, again had me shocked at how well kept it was, and seemingly high quality. There were plenty of beautiful paintings on the walls, some of which i could not distinguish, and other more famous ones i did recognize. There was a T.V. hanging on the wall in the lobby near the main entrance. Displayed on it, were descriptions and pictures of accounts from those who had taken the NewLife training course. Placed in front of the plasma screen television, were eloquent couches, in which were occupied by a few people. Most of them, had a name tag pinned to the front of theirt shirt. I walked past the few dozens of people into what seemed to be even a larger lobby room. This rooms was surrounded by multiple doors to all sides, Labeled from door "A" to "C". I was guessing these were the training rooms. The main lobby area had a random placement of signs all point into room "C". The signs, were all labeled in fine print, "registration". A small, blond, hostess, standing by the door acknowledged me saying, "Are you a new trainee, registering for this class?" I looked at her uncertainly for a moment, before finally answering. "Uh, yeah." She smiled brightly at me, at beckoned for me to follow her. "Right this way please." I followed the girl into a larger room. This room was unique to the other lobbies I had seen. It was alot larger, perfectly rectangle, and was filled with desks, and chairs, where i assumed people were signing up and paying for their course. The hostess led me to a table, and had me sit in the chair parralel to who I assumed was an employee. The hostess, then turned and left, while the man handed me some papers. I filled out all the information, including birth date, e-mail adress, phone number, area, etc. I then handed the information and the money to the man. I then recieved a name tag saying "SAM. NewLife, trainee" "Thankyou, sir. Please wait in the lobby for your training to begin. You have approximately 30 minutes, before open doors." I left out into the Lobby and seated myself on the long, circular couch, as i waited nervously for what I hoped might make a difference in my pitiful life. I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. Pulling it out of my pocket, I could see the call was from Greg. "Hello?" I said. I had not yet told him about my training course. " Hey Sam, me and the guys are going out for a drink. Wanna come?" I sighed heavily. "Sorry man, I am busy right now. Maybe later?" There was a long pause from Sam's end. I had never refused him on going to hang out at the bar in the past. " Yeah, man. Are you alright? You sound depressed" Leave it to Greg to always care about the well being of others. He was a great friend. " No i am fine. Hey thanks for the invite, but I gotta go, alright? I'll catch you later!" I hung up without saying good-bye. Guilt filled me after doing this, but I really wasn't in the mood to discuss with him how I am such a wimp that I had to sign up for some stupid group therapy class, to boost my self-esteem. 'I just need to suck it up' I thought to myself. Life isn't fair, and it never will be. What is complaining about it going to do for me? Why was i even here? This was just going to waste my time. This class wouldn't make me assistant at my firm. It wouldn't make my boss respect me for all the hard work i do. It wouldn't bring my wife back. What was I doing here? Someone came and sat next to me. I was too deep into thought to notice them though. "Hey!" Said the friendly person, who approached me. I was startled, and jumped. "Oh, hey. Sorry, I get startled easily" I appolagized, turning to see the bald man. The man who had approached me, was swarthy, tall (about 5'11), and looked to be in his early twenties. "It's all good. I am sorry for startling you. My name is Brayden. What's yours?" I was un-sure on whether i felt like talking to this complete stranger, but i was too nice not to answer. "My name is Sam, it is nice to meet you." "Indeed. So how did you here about this place?" Brayden asked trying to start up a conversation. One which I didn't feel like at the moment.. "I saw a flier at a local library. How 'bout you?" I really didn't care, but i felt it appropriate to ask anyway. "One of my good friends, made me take this. He said that it was life altering. I haven't been having the best luck in life, and i am hoping this can teach me something" he said. Before I could reply, the room was filled with silence, and the great doors leading to room "A" were opened by two male staff members. Both, at the same time yelled for all in the lobby to hear, "DOORS ARE OPEN!" One by one people started filing into the room. This was it. This was my oppertunity to either leave, or proceed. I was frozen in place, faced with indecision. A brief analogy of the song "Should i stay or should i go" from the clash popped in my head. What i didn't know was that this decision could very well mark the decision on how i lived the reset of my life. Uncertainty gripped me. ---------------------------- Former problem: Main character hates his life! New problem: Sam is faced with indecision on whether or not to proceed with the training that may alter the course of his life. Good luck GhostWriter! I am looking forward to your next response. Your first story was great! Again, i hope the story writing debate catches for others as well. Thankyou -Philosophcal