kalikristine
A pumpkin spice latte was every white woman's drink this fall. She'd pull on her Hunter boots and Patagonia jacket (or Ugg boots and Northface jacket), and immediately go to Starbucks to get her pumpkin spice fix.
I can't remember what augment means, but want to see others' responses to this free writing exercise.
"Gifted" was a word the public schools used to sell their accelerated academic programs. "This is a gifted class," they'd say, "the workload is twice that of the 'normal' classes. It's an honor to be invited to take gifted classes". The students would later groan and discreetly roll their eyes at the word "gifted".
They said she was gifted. They were the teachers, the school counselors, her parents: the adults in her life. She was set up to create unrealistic expectations for herself and all those in her life. She was gifted, but she was also cursed.
Clear as the foggy day, she found herself. She was as foggy as an oldtimer with alzheimers. Trapped in a post-traumatic cycle of disturbing memories of the past, unable to break away and see the world clearly. She was a headcase of the best variety: loving, caring, and compassionate, yet troubled nonetheless.
Her mind was not clear, nor had it ever been. It was in chaos, one thought clashing against the next. She couldn't make up her mind, she couldn't see her next steps as her mind was trapped in a collision of past problems and present difficulties. She was working on it, but she was all alone. It was hard.