Original Fic(Progress) PG
Title: Progress
Rating: PG
Summary: Oh. She would also try to believe in him 'cause she had never gotten aroung to that. Anyways her family wasn't very religious.
Notes: First time writing original fiction with a purpose. I think. Not betaed. Sorry. -__-
It had nothing to do with her parents. Really. She was just lying there on her bed thinking. She always got what she wanted. Always was told she was smart, and talented. She had good friends, she participated in life. Then, why did it feel like she was living vicariously, why did it feel like it all wasn’t really there. And Really. Why was she unhappy sometimes? Her family loved her to pieces. And She was aware of that. No matter how many times she hurt them.
Maybe that was the problem, she felt she was not giving enough in return. Maybe she was a bad person. She realized that these thoughts were not hers alone, that she was probably very unoriginal. It probably wasn’t a big deal. She was alive and well, with meals three times a day, and virtually got anything she asked for. Physically, mentally, ecumenically-She didn’t really know what that word meant but she liked it.
It was just silly to feel sad because her parents did not sleep in the same room. They still talked to each other and smiled. It was corny to think that she has missed her mother the many years she had not seen her, it was all an excuse to justify her nature. So then she evaluated all of this and thought. “I have no right to feel sad.” She determined herself to work harder at school to not worry about the rest. Her parents always looked happier when she did well academically.
She decided, that she would no longer be selfish, she would put others needs above hers. She would get a boyfriend, and stop counseling her friend with theirs. She would not just observe everyone and perceive their feelings, she would ask about them. And then she would hope to progress Oh. She would also try to believe in Him, ‘cause she had never gotten around to that. Anyways her family was not very religious. But she figured it would help, somewhat. Her brother always said it was nice to have something to believe in. And the next second he would get drunk and lie to everyone. That’s how things worked with him.
So she would improve herself, and hope that it would all progress. Because right now everything felt so slow… the world was at a halt.