Everyday when I wake up,
Negative thoughts take over my mind.
How I’m not truthful to myself.
I always blame this world,
The people around me.
But now I know.
All this time it was me,
The one I should have blamed.
I didn’t know who I was.
Someone I didn’t recognize.
It felt like someone else was controlling my mind,
I tried to hide the pain,
But now I just can’t do it anymore.
I finally have the strength to accept who I am .
The cold October air
cannot reach its chill fingers inside the warm, packed car
I squeeze against one door, my friends packed next to me
my mother driving
two friends’ loud voices spilling through the small area
along with the delicious, salty, warm smell of burgers and fries
whose containers we still hold in our lap
as we speed through downtown Doylestown
I am surrounded by warmth, laughter, and light
and I prepare to leave it all behind
For tonight, I will envelop myself in wonder and fear
fall into utter darkness and observe insanity
and leave a different me
I creep up the steps to my dad. He’s going to be so surprised when I wake him up, I think. I get to his room. His door is closed. I open the door slowly. I walk inside and go to the other side of the bed to where he is. I hear him sturr. I walk slowly to his side of the bed. I jump up and yell,
“Surprise!” He jolts awake. I start to laugh hysterically. He quickly erases his surprise.
“It's not my birthday, Bathilda. It’s yours. So why am I having the surprise wake up?” He asks me.
“I'm weird like that,” I say with a smile.
A dark shape slips by me in the shadows, just beyond my light. My emerald eyes strain the depths of darkness. There appears to be nothing…. I creep forward, every bone in my body crying out in terror. If I am caught, I may not see another day. Darkness envelops the stables, and the stench of stale hay washes over me as I pull open the heavy door. I am taking an enormous risk stealing a horse - but my twisted leg prevents me from leaving any other way.
I slip past stalls, keeping to the shadows as so not to cause alarm. Finally, I reach Skymane, a black mare whom I have always loved. Carefully, I saddle and lead her away. She makes no noise, save for the clip-clop of hooves.
At home in the darkness, I look over my birthright, my prison, my life - and prepare to leave without a regret. Turning to Skymane, I hear it - a soft rustling behind me. No words can describe the fear that swallows me as, so very slowly, I turn. Gazing into the azure eyes of Miss Anabella Smith, I know my life is over.
I looked at the instructor with a confident look on my face. I looked confident, but on the inside I was nervous out of my wits. They must expect a lot from me since my parents are the best racers on Roiwei, I thought.
“Now today you will learn how to get off of the ground and to catch the wind drifts,” the instructor said. I looked over at Ilak. She looked nervous- very nervous. She was actually shaking. I then looked at Ariak. She looked very confident.
“Now any volunteers to try first?” The instructor asked us. I raised my hand.
“Norffas you want to go first?” The instructor asked me.
“No. It’s a question,” I started. I saw all eyes on me, “ Aren’t you going to show us how to do it first?” I asked. He laughed. I gulped. I looked back at Ilak. She looked even more nervous and she was looking right in my eyes. Her eyes read “SAVE ME NOW OR I’LL DIE”.
“ But I'll go first,” I quickly said