"To whomever reads,
Sometimes I gaze up at the stars at night and find the constellations, trying to lose my myself in their beauty. I can't ever seem to lose myself, though, because I've never truly found the real Wren Jennings. I better find myself before I'm gone for good.
April 20th. -present time
Love, Wren Jennings"
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Marina
There are so many emotions in the world, and Michaela has made me feel more than I ever thought existed. I felt like a small fire burning in a sea of darkness, unsure whether to burn out of control or contain myself; but aren't all emotions like that? A complete state of uncertainty until you dive headfirst into the sea of darkness even if it's frightening at first. Sometimes even if an outcome is unknown, you have to take a chance. That's what I was going to do.
"Kayla?" I said in my calmest voice as I knocked on her bedroom door. I was more than furious about what she did, but I wasn't going to let anger consume my brain about an issue that could be fixed. I took a few more large, deep breaths and then twisted the knob of her door; nothing happened, it was locked of course.
"Michaela, open the door," I said through gritted teeth. I was going to lose my patience if Michaela wasn't going to cooperate. Maybe this wasn't a chance worth taking. I slowly turned around and made my way toward the staircase, dragging my feet every step I took.
I sat down on the hardwood of the steps for a few minutes, taking deep breaths and telling myself that it would be alright. I thought about the constellations and how after dinner I could invite Mom to the observatory and talk about our problems like me and grandma used to do. My happy thoughts were abruptly interrupted when the door of Michaela's room swung open. She marched toward me in the sort of a way a toddler would before having a tantrum. Her face was blotchy with shades of fuschia pink and dark blood red. Michaela's knuckles were tightly clenched at her sides and I could tell from the white surrounding them, she had been holding them like that for a long time. Kayla's eyes looked more red and puffy than the time her karate sparring partner had accidentally hit her in the left eye. Not a good sign.
"Michaela, this isn't how you should deal with your anger," I said, not trying to sound accusing, but also stern. Michaela didn't like people telling her what to do, but she did oddly enjoy authority.
"You aren't my mother and you aren't me, so you have no right to tell me how to deal with my anger. You're the one who caused this anyway." She sneered.
That bitch. "Michaela, none of this is my fault. You're the one who decided to trick me into thinking that all these people lied to me when really you're the one who has lied to me. Do you have any idea how close I was to Grandma? Knowing that I was lied to about something like that would tear me apart. Sometimes I wish you would stop trying to be funny and think about other people's feelings because I don't think it's funny at all."
She laughed in a demonic way that made me scared. Should I find Mom and Dad? "You're the one, Marina. You're the one who has no sense of anyone's feelings. All you care about is school, writing down stupid metaphors, and astrophysics. You're such a baby. You couldn't even open the journal to see what it said," she laughed again and now I couldn't even recognize the Michaela that I knew.
I could see how mad she was and it wasn't helping that her knuckles were still very tightly clenched and we were standing near a spiral staircase that she could easily push me down. Michaela has taken Tae Kwan Do for 5 years and still does, so she easily had an advantage over me. I was a pretty decent track runner, but Michaela could still catch me before I got to Mom.
"Michaela, please just settle down I know that you are mad but-"
"No Marina! I will not settle down because that journal that you destroyed meant something to me too. See you're still only thinking of yourself! You only want me to be quiet so you won't get in trouble for destroying the-"
"Michaela stop saying it was my fault!" I said raising my voice. Stay calm, stay calm. "I am just as much to blame as you are."
"No," Michaela said bluntly before she threw the punch that sent me hurtling into darkness.
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What She Left
Ciencia Ficción"I just want you to know that I love you, and that will never change. I just want you to know that even if you don't remember me, I will always remember you." I stood there for a few more minutes looking at her grave, wishing she could actually hear...
