storytime.

i got my job & i got my driving lessons & i finally took my SATs, happy? no.

so there's this story of a girl.

she was walking on a clear path straight home, it was autumn and the sky was blue. the leaves were orange and yellow and green and red, all crunchy. she skipped and whistled because it was a good day, everything was going right and she pushed all troubles aside. you see, she had many problems, maybe not important, but problems nonetheless. she lived in a house full of aggravating and distant family members, always nagging her and expecting her to be the responsible one - but they always contradict themselves - and to be good; she had friends, but each one was different, maybe too different to the point where she didn't know who'd stay and who'd leave; she had decent grades with the potential to go to college and make something of herself, but all that work for what?; she had one thing that made her feel different about everything: her emptiness. everyday, there was some sort of void, but not to get off topic, it was a good day for her. there was this boyfriend of hers that made her feel happy, but sad at the same time, and she thought of him as someone she could depend on to call him her love. there was also this best friend who was always around and there for her for years and she relied on her as well. this was her life, this was what she lived. continuing from her good day, she had just spent the entire afternoon with her boyfriend walking on the bridge and having a delicious picnic on the park. it was just wonderful and she couldn't be happier, but although happy, that void still existed. after skipping for about ten minutes, she stopped and stood still on the cement path. tears burst out of her eyes and there was a nonstop continuity of gasping for air and hyperventilating. she looked up at the sky and realized that she had no reason to cry and hid her tears from the world, wiped them away and sucked it up. after all, that's what makes her seem less vulnerable. on her walk home, she stayed silent and ran into a friend. that friend, her good friend whom she never really talked to, had a dark glow around him. he was a good and close friend to her, but she never really knew how he felt. for about five minutes, they talked about life, wonders, and truths. she couldn't help but to walk away with a butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling. a blush came upon her face and she smiled lightly as she watched him walk the opposite direction. this was absurd, she had a boyfriend. oh well, she thought to herself and kept on going. wait, she ran after him. in her hand she was holding a phone accessory (she had a matching one) and asked him to keep it so that he'd never forget her and they'll always be good friends. confused and lost, he accepted it humbly and nodded. awkward, what did she just do? later down the path, she found her best friend, that one person she relied on. they exchanged conversation and before separating into opposite directions, she handed her best friend a stuffed dog. this was to symbolize that they'd be roll dogs for life, no matter what. her best friend, also confused and lost, accepted the emblem and smiled a smirk as they separated. there was just fifteen minutes left till she reached her destination until her boyfriend walked by. he had walked back to the park to see if she was okay walking home alone and she was just fine. like the rest, she handed him an item too. this item was a ring to commemorate their young love and he accepted it, although he felt bewildered. she gave him a sweet and light kiss on the lips and hugged him tight. she told him to go, go back and leave her to walk in her path. he felt uneasy, but left anyways. finally, she was standing in front of her house. she looked around and laughed at the world, just chuckling to herself. step by step, she walked a little bit past her house and around the back. there was a small and silent fort and she sat in it. she took out her notepad and began writing notes to her good friend, her best friend, and her boyfriend. she wrote the same thing on each note and wrote each note slowly.

"Time went on and our friendship has grown. There was never a day that I felt as if I had no friends who cared. I'd think it, but deep down, I knew somebody cared. Although not everybody in my life made a big difference to me, every person is special, but it was you who made a big impact on my life. I may be full of painful feelings that create the empty feeling inside me, but the ounce of happiness is the happiness you give me. Thank you. I love you."

she folded up the three notes and laid each one out and made a straight row. as she smiled, she drew a heart and a smiley face on the corner of the notes, hoping that they'd know it symbolized her love for them: that although the heart and smiley face was close to falling off the edge, it still exists just because of them. she then slipped the notes in her mailbox all together in one envelope with no sending or return address, just a blank envelope. out of her pocket, she pulled out a gun and uttered the words 'goodbye void and farewell loves'. laid, dead, hushed, gone forever.