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Where I Put My Stuff In :P Yeah, That's Right, So What Are You Gonna Do About It? XD
I'll put whatever in here, mostly poems and my book, though. I have a huge writer's block, though, and don't feel like typing the chapters right now. I'll probably be mostly typing poems in here Owo
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Mary entered the school, her class schedule in front of her face as she searched for her first period class. She looked left, then right, and continued this motion all the way down the hallway as she searched for the number 237.
This was her first day to another new school. Mary sighed as she thought about it, about how she came to having to once again move and switch schools. Only this time, she’ll be moving out of state and she was going alone.
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“Wait, why?!” Mary had shouted when her mother announced the dreadful news. She was stunned; not knowing what she should really be feeling right now. But she was feeling a whole mix of emotions, ranging from anger and astonishment, to sad and depressed.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I just can’t take care of you by myself anymore.”
Her mother had said, truly feeling sorry for her.
Mary didn’t respond. She sat there at the kitchen table, head hung low. Her eyes started to sting with forming tears, but she blinked them away, not wanting to cry in front of her mother.
They were moving again, but this time she would be going while her mother stayed here. She no longer had the money to support both her daughter and herself, so Mary had to move in with some relatives that could.
After about a minute of complete silence, Mary’s mother walked over to her and gave her a hug, then said, “If your father hadn’t left us, this wouldn’t have happened. You know that, right?”
Mary became stiff at the mention of her father, her eyes filling with tears again as thoughts of her father now filled her head. Times of when they hung out together, smiling and laughing. Her father had taught her so much, even got her acquainted with nature. She wanted to grow up and make her father proud. But then, with no reason that they know of, he had left without even telling. He didn’t even leave a note behind. She was only six years old at the time.
Now, she is fifteen and tries to remember as little as possible about her father. She didn’t want anything to do with him, seeing as how he must be heartless for making his little daughter happy, and then tearing away from her even though he should know how much it would hurt her. She thought of him as only using her or just giving her false happiness until he got tired with her.
Mary stood up a couple of minutes later after her mom had left, then went into her room, shutting and locking the door. She let herself drop onto her bed, landing on her back. She loved the warmth she felt in it and the comfort it provided her. Her whole room felt so familiar to her, and she didn’t want to go off somewhere where she’ll feel like a stranger everywhere.
She stared at the off-white ceiling, remembering the many times she and her mom had moved. They always stuck together, caring and looking out for each other. Now they were going to be split from one another. Mary didn’t even know where she was moving to, yet, let alone does she know which relatives she will be staying with.
She let out a deep sigh, closing her eyes. She decided to sleep now, even though it was only eight. She was probably going to be packing up all day tomorrow, so she was going to need the extra energy from sleeping. In the end, Mary found herself crying until she fell asleep.
The next morning after she took a shower and got dressed for the day, Mary started packing right away. She had to leave in two hours, it was early morning, and her plane flight was going to last about six to eight hours. She hurried, not just because she was in a rush but also because it hurt her to have to put everything she owned away into suitcases. It hurt even more to see her room empty after she was done.
All that was left was the furniture and bedding. Holes in the walls showed where she had hung up all of her pictures and posters. In her closet were only hangers, the clothes that used to hang on them now in her suitcases that she was taking with her to apparently South Carolina. A tear rolled down her cheek as she observed all of this. Wiping it away, she took the last of her suitcases that were not in the car already and left the room, closing the door behind her.
 Fallen Without Sin · Sat Sep 13, 2008 @ 09:28pm · 10 Comments |
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