Is it really that bad? Or is she just blah?....
So I wrote this short story in Ms. Lashley's class because it was an assignment and it was our choice. At the end of our time she lets us share. She wouldn't let me share....
~ She wanted silence and nothing more. To be alone on a beach and hear only the waves crashing on the shore. Gazing up at the stars and escaping everything. Life for her was crazy. The boy she loved used her, college was slipping out of her hands, mother was abusive. father abandoned her, friends ignored her. She felt as if she was screaming but no one could hear. Slowly her spirits died. No longer was she happy and successful. She was alone, hated, and felt useless. Clueless as to why she felt this way she searched for an answer. Why did her love use her? Why were her grades slipping? Why did her mother treat her like an unwanted object? Why did her dad walk out on her family? Why was everyone ignoring her? No one could answer her questions. She was alone. Sitting in her dark room. She stared up at the ceiling while the words of My Chemical Romance's Cemetery Drive entered her head. *Songs that make you slit your wrists it isn't that much fun....staring down a loaded gun. So I won't stop crying, won't stop lying, if you want I'll keep on trying. Did you get what you deserved? Is this what you're always waiting for?* Picking up the blade she pressed it lightly against her wrist. The hair on her neck stood up. The blood dripped....she got silence. She was finally happy.~
Is it really that bad?!?! I mean come on! It's art. Expression. But no! Ms. Lashley doesn't know what true art is. She doesn't know how to express herself. She's a frigid bleh! Tell me what you think.
~ She wanted silence and nothing more. To be alone on a beach and hear only the waves crashing on the shore. Gazing up at the stars and escaping everything. Life for her was crazy. The boy she loved used her, college was slipping out of her hands, mother was abusive. father abandoned her, friends ignored her. She felt as if she was screaming but no one could hear. Slowly her spirits died. No longer was she happy and successful. She was alone, hated, and felt useless. Clueless as to why she felt this way she searched for an answer. Why did her love use her? Why were her grades slipping? Why did her mother treat her like an unwanted object? Why did her dad walk out on her family? Why was everyone ignoring her? No one could answer her questions. She was alone. Sitting in her dark room. She stared up at the ceiling while the words of My Chemical Romance's Cemetery Drive entered her head. *Songs that make you slit your wrists it isn't that much fun....staring down a loaded gun. So I won't stop crying, won't stop lying, if you want I'll keep on trying. Did you get what you deserved? Is this what you're always waiting for?* Picking up the blade she pressed it lightly against her wrist. The hair on her neck stood up. The blood dripped....she got silence. She was finally happy.~
Is it really that bad?!?! I mean come on! It's art. Expression. But no! Ms. Lashley doesn't know what true art is. She doesn't know how to express herself. She's a frigid bleh! Tell me what you think.