Post by mysteria on Oct 3, 2007 21:00:34 GMT -5
These are some short monologue type stories I wrote one day. The first one totally wasn't supposed to end up the way it did, but... yeah. I'm getting ahead of myself... Anyway, I'll post one per day ^^ Yay!
Reach Out
We always noticed her, but none of us ever really noticed her. How could we? Emily was an outcast, a freak, a loner on the edge of society. We'd often see her walking through the halls with her head held low- a pencil tucked underneath bobbing pigtails, a notebook of some sort clutched to her chest- but I can't recall anyone ever pausing to say hi, or to ask how she was doing, because honestly, none of them cared. They'd knock her over in the halls without stopping to help her up; and everyone else would simply walk around as she tried to pick up her things.
When I first came to the school, Emily was the first to talk to "that new kid", you know, the one no one will talk to? She helped me out, showed me around. It was like she was screaming "I need you to be my friend, I have no one else." I didn't realize it until later, but that is exactly what she had been thinking.
Later that same day, someone came up to me, saying that my newfound friend was a freak; that I should ditch her and hang with the mysterious "them". Thinking only of myself, I immediately did so, refusing to even spit in the poor girl’s direction; lest my almost non-existent social status take a serious dive. That was my choice.
Emily's involved a gun.
We all can make a difference in people's lives, no matter how small. Yeah, I mean you as well. Please, help someone. Reach out.
Thank you.
Author's notes:
I never meant for the story to turn out this way. Emily was supposed to have a nice long story, in which she was a HAPPY outcast XD
Reach Out
We always noticed her, but none of us ever really noticed her. How could we? Emily was an outcast, a freak, a loner on the edge of society. We'd often see her walking through the halls with her head held low- a pencil tucked underneath bobbing pigtails, a notebook of some sort clutched to her chest- but I can't recall anyone ever pausing to say hi, or to ask how she was doing, because honestly, none of them cared. They'd knock her over in the halls without stopping to help her up; and everyone else would simply walk around as she tried to pick up her things.
When I first came to the school, Emily was the first to talk to "that new kid", you know, the one no one will talk to? She helped me out, showed me around. It was like she was screaming "I need you to be my friend, I have no one else." I didn't realize it until later, but that is exactly what she had been thinking.
Later that same day, someone came up to me, saying that my newfound friend was a freak; that I should ditch her and hang with the mysterious "them". Thinking only of myself, I immediately did so, refusing to even spit in the poor girl’s direction; lest my almost non-existent social status take a serious dive. That was my choice.
Emily's involved a gun.
We all can make a difference in people's lives, no matter how small. Yeah, I mean you as well. Please, help someone. Reach out.
Thank you.
Author's notes:
I never meant for the story to turn out this way. Emily was supposed to have a nice long story, in which she was a HAPPY outcast XD
