11/11/10
Night as dark as black satin curtins in the sky. She slightly looked up at the moon and stars in the comfort of her home. The cold breeze whistling by through the gaps of the leaves on the tree. The light was fuzzy yellow, bringing warmth to this night. She was quiet as always, not speaking much, just focused on the computer screen. Though there was not much words flowing even with her younger sister, brother, and mom in the same room, there was plenty of thoughts rushing through her mind. Her mind was one who's always busy, working, coming up with scenarios, and countless possiblities like any other young teenage girl.
The computer she was at was on a dark chocolate colored table that took up her heavy school textbooks as well as her multiple folders. She grabbed the 2 inch hot pink folder and took out a piece of college-ruled paper. In her pencil pouch she had by the desk, she searched for a lead pencil to write with. Finally, she found a gray one and neatly wrote Anne Phung on the piece of paper. Anne was going to write something, but then hesitated to. There was so many things she wanted to say, so many problems and so much to handle. She erased her name and put everything back to where it was suppose to be. It was already 8:56 p.m., but utterly dark out.
Before all of this, she was getting ready to go shower. She had gone to her room as always to pick out the night clothes to wear and the clothes she would wear the next day with music on blast, loud enough to fill the room. Music was something she loved so much that if she had not had it in her life, life would just pass by without much meaning. Those scenarios started up again. She remembered on Facebook....the boy she liked had answered those stupid questions. She was curious and playfully click on it, to encounter what she had not foreseen. The words tore her to pieces silently, but she had pushed the feeling away until in the comfort of her own little room. It overtook her and as if nothing else was more devastating, it brought her to tears. The first drop coming from the left of her eye. Psychologically, the first tear from the left eye shows that the person is in emotional pain. It kept falling, one after another, dripping slowly and increasing by the moment. Through her mind went from the boy to her mom to her dad and back to the boy all over again. She then thought to herself, "Why is the world so cruel?....Why won't he stop smoking...I know he won't live long if he doesn't stop......Why can't she just be better...?....Why..."
She wiped away her tears, breathed in a long heavy sigh, and left the room to shower as if nothing in particular had just happened.
The computer she was at was on a dark chocolate colored table that took up her heavy school textbooks as well as her multiple folders. She grabbed the 2 inch hot pink folder and took out a piece of college-ruled paper. In her pencil pouch she had by the desk, she searched for a lead pencil to write with. Finally, she found a gray one and neatly wrote Anne Phung on the piece of paper. Anne was going to write something, but then hesitated to. There was so many things she wanted to say, so many problems and so much to handle. She erased her name and put everything back to where it was suppose to be. It was already 8:56 p.m., but utterly dark out.
Before all of this, she was getting ready to go shower. She had gone to her room as always to pick out the night clothes to wear and the clothes she would wear the next day with music on blast, loud enough to fill the room. Music was something she loved so much that if she had not had it in her life, life would just pass by without much meaning. Those scenarios started up again. She remembered on Facebook....the boy she liked had answered those stupid questions. She was curious and playfully click on it, to encounter what she had not foreseen. The words tore her to pieces silently, but she had pushed the feeling away until in the comfort of her own little room. It overtook her and as if nothing else was more devastating, it brought her to tears. The first drop coming from the left of her eye. Psychologically, the first tear from the left eye shows that the person is in emotional pain. It kept falling, one after another, dripping slowly and increasing by the moment. Through her mind went from the boy to her mom to her dad and back to the boy all over again. She then thought to herself, "Why is the world so cruel?....Why won't he stop smoking...I know he won't live long if he doesn't stop......Why can't she just be better...?....Why..."
She wiped away her tears, breathed in a long heavy sigh, and left the room to shower as if nothing in particular had just happened.
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