The Leftovers

Destiny Burns

I stared at the blank piece of paper, tapping my pen on my head. Stupid English class. I had to write a poem about loneliness that was due tomorrow and all I had was my name written at the top of the page. Ironically I'm good at English, just not when it comes to creative writing.

I reached for my phone and checked it for any texts. Did my boyfriend Mark reply to my text? Nope. Probably out with some other girl again. Lousy good for nothing guy. How about Octavia, my "best friend" who dominates the writing field? Nope. She's at a party, one that I didn't get invited to again. No new texts were available.

I grab the tub of cookie dough ice cream and eat a spoonful. I don't care what anyone says about being skinny. I like who I am, a slightly overweight sixteen year old with long wavy black hair and a retainer who happens to love ice cream.

I grab my pen and start writing down some stuff. I examined the paper to notice that I wrote down everything I just thought about. I know, it's not that interesting, but it's something that gives me an idea.

I continue to write about all the anger and frustration I put up with just to survive high school, where I am almost completely nonexistent. A few small tears fall onto the paper as I relive each cruel encounter with loneliness caused by other people who really don't care about anyone but themselves.

I reach for the ice cream tub and eat another spoonful. I soon begin to write about how I love ice cream and how I eat it just to escape my problems. There's no other way for me to handle my demons, so I eat away until I'm too full to care.

There's more writing on the paper now. The stupid poem is almost complete.

"Hmmm," I wonder aloud. "What would be a good title for this piece of crap?" I snap my fingers after a few moments of intense thinking. "I got it!"

I quickly write the title for it at the top of the paper then pick it up when I finish. At last, my poem for English class, "Ice Cream-My Way of Dealing with Loneliness," is done!

I eat a few more spoonfuls of the ice cream before sneaking it back in the freezer where it belonged.

Thats how i lived. Destiny Burns, the Seer.