amymonster
Illness is my escape from everything. "I can't go to school, mom. I'm sick." "I can't go to your party, I'm sorry, I'm suuuuper sick." "Nah, I can't hangout I've got a killer cold." "I CAN'T MOW THE LAWN, DAD, I'M SICK." "i hate my life because i'm always sick." "DO NOT TALK TO ME, I AM SICK." "Mom, I can't go to dinner with aunt Matilda, I'm sick." "I can't come in to work today, I'm coughing up blood." "I'm so sorry to say this, I couldn't finish the homework, I was so sick, all I did was sneeze and cough out my lungs all night long."
Sorry guys, I don't think I can finish this post, I have a cold.
What none of them knew was that I was kicked out of my old school for burning it down. I guess you could call it one of my "skeletons in the closet" but I was going to let them figure it out on their own. For now, I'm going to pretend it never happened. Force it to the back of my mind. Forget the school, the fire, and the person caught in it...
The ticket stub he handed me was a bright yellow. I got on the ride and he slid into the seat next to me. The bar lowered down to our chests, telling us the ride was about to start. The upbeat music started blaring out of the speakers and the whole contraption started spinning. At first it was slow, but gradually, it got faster and the seats lifted up. We were spinning, and contraption we were attached to was spinning, and we were moving up and down. After a few minutes, my stomach started twisting. Another minute in, it was doing flips. By the time the ride was over, ever organ in my body seemed to have traded places about 30 times. My stomach was where my heart was supposed to be, my heart was where my lungs should've been, and my lungs where were my stomach should've been. I ran to the trash and puked, putting all my organs back to where they belong. I vowed never to go on a carnival ride ever again.
The light struck the violets in the corner, making them glow bright. The rest of the room dulled next to them. All the lavenders and light pinks turned to grays and whites. The door that was once a dark blue was now pitch black. It was like the violets stole the color from the rest of the room to power their brilliance. I couldn't resist sitting and staring at them. They had my full attention, until someone knocked on the door. I jumped, being sucked out of the flowers' attraction. "It's me. We need to talk," I heard him say. I got up cautiously and flattened my dress. He was the person I looked forward to seeing every day and every night. When I went to bed, I was wrapped in his arms. When I woke up in the morning, it was for him. I opened the door, and he smiled. His happiness was infectious. In his hand he held my favorite flowers. "You can never have too many," He said. "Violets."
I pick up the sledgehammer and hit it against the windshield. Violent hits to an enemies car... Probably not the best idea for revenge but fun enough.
"Time's up!" coach riley yells through the megaphone. "Finally," I think to myself. My last P.E. class of the year was over. My last class of high school. When I walk out of those doors, it will be for the last time. I feel like it was only yesterday when I started here at Western High School. I walked through those doors and the enormous room swallowed me up. The cheerleaders on the side lines were glamorous and the basketball team on the floor was royalty. Now I know, it was all a lie. High school was always what I made it. People say it sucks, but that's because they make it suck. I didn't let that happen to me. Instead of wallowing in the corner about how I didn't make the cheerleading team, I was at the sign up sheets for every extra curricular I could find. I made myself royalty and my friends glamorous. I filled my free periods with shakespeare sonnets and yearbook layouts. I made my school years amazing and I don't think I'll ever forget them. The classes, the teachers, the friends, and the enemies. They all made me the person I am today. The person who is about to leave high school and never come back. The rush of sadness that was just pulsing through my veins, is replaced by happiness. I'm not happy that I have to leave(other than my horrid P.E. class) but I am happy about what this school has done to me. It's helped me believe in myself. My first step out these doors will be my first step into adulthood. Wish me luck.
Sometimes I feel like a trophy. Like something you win but then put on a shelf and forget about. When you move, you take it with you and find it a new shelf, but it never really means anything to you again. In the beginning, it's what all your thoughts were about. You were so proud of it. Proud of me. Where has that gone?
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me." That's one of the biggest lies in the universe. Words hurt. They slice through your skin like a knife, hit your head like a brick, and break your heart like a hammer.