Stories I made up

The star's cried

Maybe it was all of the shit that happened over summer that made her less excited for the new school year. Nothing seemed fun anymore. Besides, who was ever excited about school in the first place?

Definitely not her. School wasn't appealing. Especially the people in it. She found some people she could tolerate but like everything else it got to a point where it was to much.

Life began to feel as if it was to much and nobody was listening anymore. The pain swallowed her body whole as she walked forward towards her dream land. Everything was perfect there. Nobody could ever blame her or get mad at her. She was in peace, finally free from the painful reality that everyone was the same.

Her kindness grasped onto others quickly but they wouldn't pursue the same feelings. As quickly as she began knowing people she was left with her thoughts and decisions.

Her decisions weren't easy, they were always the hardest questions In the world. Maybe even universe.

All she knew was that she had to make a decision soon. That decision would cost her life though.

She was losing whatever was left of herself anyway. Why not just speed up the process of forever forgetting she existed? Maybe then she wouldn't feel so lost and outcasted.

After all she never wanted to be a bad person. Her intentions always well. People saw it as fake or ignored it entirely. Maybe she was what people whispered about.

Maybe she really was the mean person people imagined.

It didn't matter anymore anyway. It would all be gone soon.

As she sobbed quietly in her dark bedroom she had no thoughts anymore. No reasons to stay. No one to stay for.

Everything had felt like a loss, and so with that she quietly left the earth faster than she entered it.

Do not cry for her, do not pity her. That all could have been done sooner but it wouldn't have made a difference. She was at peace now. The peace of knowing she became something she always loved and wanted to be. Someone's shining star.

And so, while it was her goodbye. Nobody would remember her. Nobody will remember the way she smiled or the way she hid her laugh. The way her brunette hair would sway in the wind as she walked cautiously around the hall's. The way her eyes glistened in the golden California sun and The way she cared so much about anything but herself.

Nobody would ever remember how beautiful she found the earth to be whilst it only caused her cruelty.

That was the most amazing part about her. Everything had a purpose and reason. Everything deserved to live. Everything was absolutely beautiful, except for her.