Lazy. Distant. Dumb. Sad. Not your average words to describe me. Yet I am these words. When someone looks at me, they see a girl with bright blue eyes, strong arms, red hair, glasses. If you know me, you expect me to be smart, loud, focused, always happy. I am this. But there is another side to me that only I know. The side who has problems, feelings, stress. Everyone wants, needs, me to be happy and helpful. Everybody is too busy to deal with another person who is annoying and needful. So I make them happy. Do what they say. Stand out and be myself. I am this. I try to be this. I like to be this. But I can’t always. Sometimes, alone, I can’t stand it anymore. I waste my time watching pointless t.v. shows instead of doing my homework. I cry. It’s understandable, right? Well, I think so at least. But can anyone else think so too? Am I allowed to be this person, this person who makes mistakes, messes up, wastes time? If the world were perfect, maybe I could. But it isn't. So I am left to fend for myself, be who they want me to be, who I wish I truly were. It isn’t as easy as it seems. I try my best, but I don’t always succeed. I hope you will help me and all the others out there who want to be able to mess up and not be perfect. Maybe you’re one of them. If so, I just might be able to help. All it takes is a little time to read my story.
That night Maple went to get a glass of water from the kitchen, and she spots Peter and Sami doing the strangest thing, they were on their ipads in the bathroom facing the to the mirror, the two were communicating through GIFs by looking at the others screen in the mirror. Maple does not share their sense of humor so she did not even remotely understand the conversation, even if she did the sight would not be any less surreal. The next morning did not star well, Maple spilled he coffee three times causing a huge mess every time. Then to follow the second coffee spill, Sami through Abby here hare brush from across the wich hit the pantry and broke in two when it hit the smashed hitting the floor, it was unusable. Abby with her curly red bed head went to school and was sent to guidance about taking care of her hair, and it creates a disturbance in the class. Sami got in huge trouble at home, and to make up for all the trouble that they had caused Abby they made clip-on for her to festoon and ware in her hair according to a season. For this she, in turn, forgave them. that night the kids had a pun war at dinner, a boy maned jack with short, straight black hair was tied with Peter. They all enjoyed this, Peter had a habit of cheating and telling long riddles with puns in them to wast other peoples time. Then Abby would always instill the time limit rule halfway through the game but the damage had been done. This is what made the tie so incredible. Jack was known he was 12 and he was great entertainment, though you were rarely ever laughing at him, unlike was the case most of the time in Maples' experience at least. Jack was great whit optical illusions and thing like that, things that Peter could never do, not that Maple and Sami could either. the next morning a boy named Eric who had died his hair electric blue and had a cookey, jokey and leather jacket actuated woke up with a strange Canadian accent with admittedly made him sound super duper corny.
My mom and I finish lunch, pay and walk to the bus station. We used to take the bus everywhere back in South Carolina! We hop on the next bus to the mall. It’s a giant strip mall. I see Macy’s, massage places, Ambercrombie, Apple and so much more. But, the only place I want to go in to is Bath & Body Works as well as Francesca’s. I walk into Bath & Body works and I was immediately hit with the sweet, strong smell of the perfumes they put in their products. I had brought my own money so my mom wouldn’t stress over paying for anything else. I looked around the store a couple girls, a little older than me came by and asked if I needed help. I declined their offer and moved on. While we were in there I had purchased 2 bath sweet bombs, a new loofah, some shower gel and I started my Christmas shopping early so I got my mom a few things. We slipped out into the rush of the fast-moving crowd. Off to Francesca’s we go!
“What are you thinking for the first day of school.” my mom asked. “I don’t know, maybe something flowy and simple,” I reply. We enter the store and my mom immediately points out this one dress in the corner. It was simple, flowy and summery. There was only two of them hanging on the sale rack. Hopefully, it’s in my size. It was a short, dull pink dress with lace embodiment of it. There was a medium and an x-large! I’m praying that the medium fits me! I try the medium on and it fits me perfectly. And the very best part of the dress was that it wasn’t a dress! It was a romper! I’m having the best luck ever! We pay and leave. |
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