Alanascharth
One size fits all. Size 7, or size 0. Does it matter? Should we be judged on our outside. Do we deserve that. We are all beautiful and amazing in our own ways. No need to be judge, there's just more of you to go around.
I sat nervously in my chair, I couldn't stop moving. I took a deep breath, everyone's words passing by too quickly. I heard my name being called and my friend nudge me. I nodded and stepped up to the podium. I was scared but soon everyone's faces faded away and I got lost in my words. Everyone loved it, Loved me.
I didn't want to believe it. Her usually soft face was hard and angry. I couldn't deny it. She saw me with her own eyes. I was found out. I sighed and her face started to fall into a frown and her brown eyes teared up. "I knew it! Your a jerk" She slapped me and I knew I deserved it. "We're over. This is the end"
I opened one of the many old boxes in the attic, which let out a mean cloud of dust into the air. After coughing and sneezing for a few minuets, I used my arms to clear the air. In the box was something wrapped in a cloth. It looked extremely old, which got me extremely curious. I unwrapped in and a compass fell out, it was old and elaborate, it also had my name written across it.
A mother falls to her knees with grief as she watches her baby die, A teenage girl gets her heart broken by her high school crush, A girl cries as she gets bullied at school. It makes me wonder why there is so much sadness around me, around everyone. It seems like all we do is cry.
I don't know what to do. I was stuck in this situation where I was all alone. I was free and that scared me. I had no master to boss me around, no master to make my decisions for me. I was completely and utterly alone. I looked around, some part of me hoping my master would be there looking at me with his cruel eyes, but he was no where in sight.
Heated words were spat between the two men. They raised their voices and shook fingers. They both looked tired and had permanent stress lines on their foreheads. Debating to see who was better, like a contest. Jeez, those politicians!
I remember her. Her smile. Her laugh. The promise's she and I made. The promise we'd never let go.....we'd never forget. We promised that no matter what we would make it through. A promise to take to the keep forever, one to cherish and hold to your heart. I guess promises are too had to keep when your dead.
"Another Joke? Really? Why MUST you always be kidding. can't you ever be serious." She sighed and leaned back against the bed. "Can't you please be serious for once, just once" She gave me that look no one, let alone me, could refuse.
Should or must? Everyone likes to ask if you want to do something, but if you refuse then they will say it wasn't a choice. You MUST do it. This annoys most people because they are Lazy and because of that they end up hating the word MUST. Why MUST I do this?
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