Write about an overheard remark or secret that you were not supposed to have heard.
I used to hang out a little with some of the girls from my drama club. We weren't close, or even brave enough to call each other "friends", but we had the love of the stage in common and that was enough for the short times we'd spend together at the coffee house round the corner.
We used to talk about our dreams inasmuch as we could relate to each other. We'd laugh and imagine worlds shaped to our liking, where we are the biggest Broadway (or off-Broadway, in the case of non-mainstream few) stars and people are lining up to hire us and praise our unlimited talents.
Then time happened, and the things we'd wanted no longer looked important.
Old girls and boys left, new girls and boys came in, but I still went back to our community centre's run-down drama club, though I can't decide whether it's because I'd grown attached to the place or I knew it would fall to pieces under its new (highly incompetent) management.
Not that the newbies ever realised that.
"It's so sad how she's, like, trying to cling on to her past."
"Yeah, totally. Isn't she supposed to, like, be doing college stuff by now?"
"Yu-uh. It's so pathetic. Like, *grow up* already."
I'd heard that one day while the newest batch of girls (whom, by the way, all look worryingly similar to each other) strolled past like a three-headed monster being lead by a glossy multi-colored magazine. I wasn't surprised in the least, but that last sentence struck a sharp chord in me that reverberated all the way back to the very first time my mother helped dress me up as a princess for Halloween.
Let's just say that I'm proud of how I can now control my temper, and that girl should consider herself lucky to still be in the possession of an unmarked neck.
Anyway, since then I have come into the conclusion that "growing up" means something different to different people. To some, growing up is the permission to do things that were otherwise off-limits; the others, it's gaining the knowledge of why those things were off-limits in the first place.
I also came to the conclusion that I have never been happier to have left my insipid high school years behind.
Muse: Sarah
Fandom: Labyrinth
Words: 384
We used to talk about our dreams inasmuch as we could relate to each other. We'd laugh and imagine worlds shaped to our liking, where we are the biggest Broadway (or off-Broadway, in the case of non-mainstream few) stars and people are lining up to hire us and praise our unlimited talents.
Then time happened, and the things we'd wanted no longer looked important.
Old girls and boys left, new girls and boys came in, but I still went back to our community centre's run-down drama club, though I can't decide whether it's because I'd grown attached to the place or I knew it would fall to pieces under its new (highly incompetent) management.
Not that the newbies ever realised that.
"It's so sad how she's, like, trying to cling on to her past."
"Yeah, totally. Isn't she supposed to, like, be doing college stuff by now?"
"Yu-uh. It's so pathetic. Like, *grow up* already."
I'd heard that one day while the newest batch of girls (whom, by the way, all look worryingly similar to each other) strolled past like a three-headed monster being lead by a glossy multi-colored magazine. I wasn't surprised in the least, but that last sentence struck a sharp chord in me that reverberated all the way back to the very first time my mother helped dress me up as a princess for Halloween.
Let's just say that I'm proud of how I can now control my temper, and that girl should consider herself lucky to still be in the possession of an unmarked neck.
Anyway, since then I have come into the conclusion that "growing up" means something different to different people. To some, growing up is the permission to do things that were otherwise off-limits; the others, it's gaining the knowledge of why those things were off-limits in the first place.
I also came to the conclusion that I have never been happier to have left my insipid high school years behind.
Muse: Sarah
Fandom: Labyrinth
Words: 384