Thanks for Listening [Wattys2016]

Janurary 18, 2015

~Song for this chapter: Beautiful Ones by Poets by the Fall~

Dear Journal,

I wasn't allowed outside today. They said the temperature was to hot or something like that. A lie to make me feel they were doing it for my own good. Instead they had a board game thing tonight in the "dining hall".
Old board games were sat on long rectangle tables. Most of them had at the least one item missing. And all of them looked like they were bought in the early 90's for five year old. Each one had its own tears, rips, and a layer of dust.
Anyone with bad anger issues weren't allowed to play but they were allowed to talk anyone they wanted as long as they used "happy words". If any of them were caught saying "sad words" they had to leave the room.
   It wasn't all that bad. Josh came and played a game with me. We believed it to be The Game of Life but we weren't sure. If it was, it was ironic considering we don't have one anymore.
    We didn't talk as we played but I caught Josh staring at me. I liked it. It felt like he was looking into my broken soul. A soul as dusty and tore as the game board. It felt like my soul was telling him my story. The story I wanted to share since I got here. The story I wasn't allowed to share.
            It was a great, beautiful feeling.
  In the end the game thing only lasted about two hours and now everyone is in bed but me. I can't sleep now. Not after my story has be spirituality told.
                     Thanks for Listening,
                             Annabeth