Happy jars. The jars full of thoughts inside my head. Everyone had happiness, except the ones are filled with sadness and anger. I take one jar out and examine it, it was full of happiness. I put it back and pulled out another one. It was full of sadness and anger. I put it back also, carrying on with my day. I looked around my room, not wanting to leave my soft and warm bed. I thought about it more and finally got out of bed. The cold air surrounded me, it danced and twirled as I walked. I walked to my kitchen grabbing a black, glass, bowl. Grabbing my favorite cereal, pouring it in, and pouring in milk until the cereal floated to the top.
I sighed and ate the cold cereal. After I finished, I got in the car. Avoiding contact with my mother, and my brother. Just watching the cars go by, every tree that we passed, it was calming for me. We got to school, the same boring school. I got out of the car and walked onto school grounds. I saw many kids screaming and yelling as they played. I went to my friends, opening another jar full of happiness, and giving it to my friends. Every time I touched the happiness I could feel the warm feeling against my fingers. It made my body shiver every time. We walked to class the happiness slowly drifting away as we reached the end of the hallway. I did my classwork as usual, but everybody was so loud this time. My head became crowded with thoughts, everything went black until my teacher yelled my name. I snapped out of my thoughts. Apparently, she has been calling my name for a couple of minutes now. "I'm sorry," I said looking around the room. Everyone was looking at me. "Pay attention next time," she said. Her voice was firm and strict. I felt tears whelming up, but I suppressed them. Putting my head down on the desk in front of me. The woods were cold and smooth. Another jar opened, this one is sadness and anxiety. It swirled around my head as I calmly breathed trying not to cry in front of my classmates and teacher.
The class was over, I got my things and rushed out of the classroom. Leaving all my friends behind, I went straight to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and wiped my eyes. I took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. Another 5 hours went by, I stood up walking out of my last class. I opened 7 more happy jars and 2 sad jars today. I waited until my mom came to pick me up. I got into the car and was quiet until the ride home. I went to my room when we got home. I looked at all my happy thoughts. Only happy thoughts. Just happy thoughts. One jar came down for each friend, two jars for each friend. More and more the happy jars disappeared each day.
More and more sad jars piled up in my head. "Happy thoughts." Those words repeated in my head...I looked back to the shelf and no happy jars were there. I looked down and thought "Happy days, every day. Why do I feel like shit? I say I'm fine but I'm not fine"
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Short stories by me
Short StoryJust short stories tbh I don't really expect anyone to read them. But it would be nice to write again and get down thoughts and everything into a fictional story. Okay, that's confusing. A fictional story, non-fiction events/thoughts/actions.