snowyowl222

snowyowl222

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I will never be satisfied with myself. I cannot play a sport. I have no skill in any useful activity. My few talents disappoint many. Reading doesn't earn you medals. Sewing is a seemingly ancient skill. Writing doesn't gain you admiring friends. These things don't put food on the table Or clothes on our backs Or money in our dusty, underused wallets. Art only gets the lucky far, Who am I to think I will go far? I yearn only to prove myself to others. Perhaps they'll never be satisfied.

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The One Place That She is Never at.

I Couldn't Help it. All the Fowl Words in the World Were Climbing Up My Throat Yearning to Be Released. But I Kept Those Words Down And Instead Opened My Mouth And Spat on His Shoe. I Watched His Face Turn a Nasty Shade of Purple And He Stood And I Hopped Out of the office Chair, Grabbed My Friend's Hand And We Ran.

It Was the Sound of Mum Closing the Creaky Kitchen Cabinet That Woke Me. As Usual, I Was Tangled in Blankets Having Thrashed Around in My Sleep. My Arms Were Extended As Though Reaching For Something, My Nails Jagged From Scraping the Wall. This is the Position I Had Been Waking Up in For the Past Three Months. A Dreamless Sleep, And Then I Awaken Like This. But This Time Was Different. Because This Time I Realized Exactly What I Was Reaching For.

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I Peeked Through the Curtain And Saw the Audience. My Stomach Seemed to Drop At the Amount of People That Were There, But My Heart Seemed to Drop At the Sight of the Two Empty Seats Up Front The Seats That I Had Reserved For Them. The Room Went Dark, A Single Spotlight was Turned On. I Took a Deep Breath And Stepped Into the Light Feeling Utterly Alone.

As I Stood There, Babbling Nonsense About Television and People and Paint To a Friend Who Was Hardly Listening I Felt it, The Most Wonderful Feeling I'd Never Felt, Of Two Arms Wrapping Around My Waist From Behind, And I Turned And There He Was. We'd Hugged Each Other Many Times Before, In-Between Classes Or When We Passed Each Other in the Halls. But This Was Different. I Smiled Up at Him As He Held Me, And Realized That I May Be Falling in Love With My Best Friend.

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It Was a Store, Full of Sparkling Earrings and Glimmering Make-Up. They Dragged Me Inside, Painted My Face With Thick Powder, Draped Jewels Around My Neck, Sprinkled My Hair With Glitter, Covered My Shirt With Brooches and Buttons, Giggling and Babbling About How Well That Lipstick Makes My Lips Curvier Or How Pretty My Eyes Look With That Shadow. All the While, I Sat There Paralyzed as They Played With My Face Gazing Longingly Out the Shop Window At the Bookstore Across the Street.

I Opened the Envelope, Curiosity Burning a Hole in My Brain. I Carefully Unfolded the Paper. Written in Green Ink Were Four Sentences; Instructions: - Stop Thinking About Her - Stop Thinking About Her - Try to Get Over Her

"Which One of You Was it?" I Whispered, Looking at the Two Faces That I Loved More Than Anything Else in the World. I Watched In Horror As They Both Slowly Raised Their Hands.

I Walked Back and Forth in Front of the Open Doorway, Listening For Giggles or Whispering. I Stepped Inside Every Now and Then To Make Sure That the Nightlight Stayed On, The Television Stayed Off, And the Closet Was Free of Monsters. When I Was Certain They Were All Asleep, I Walked Down the Hall To My Room And Fell Asleep Satisfied. My Siblings Were Fine.

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