02 \\ the girl
"Well, goodluck."
The girl with an air full of confidence turned her back away from her, the manuscripts evident in her hand. Marga entered the hall and felt annoyed because of the statement she heard a while ago, she keeps on mumbling how irritated she was of the girl she bumped into and didn't realize that her stomach is already grumbling because she missed breakfast.
She didn't want to have breakfast at home. She sighed, remembering the scene earlier. Home, that word felt foreign to her, after all, she didn't feel like she had a home anymore.
"Dude stand up and clean that mess! We don't have any helper here remember?"
"I'll do that later. I have a party to attend to." He answered.
"This early? Drew, wake up! We're not rich anymore. Bullshit, wake up!"
"I don't care, you nerdy bitch."
A scenario of Marga's miserable life. It started when her parents got separated and their company went bankrupt. Everything went downhill from there. All because of the depression that her father had.
Today is quite special for her. She planned to go to the convention which would be the key to save her miserable life and their company. She didn't eat her breakfast, aside from the fact that it was intoxicating to be at their house, she believed that "the early bird catches the worm" ever since she was little.
She was wearing her typical outfit; an Adam Smith shoes and a skater skirt that she got from a sale in the mall paired with glasses that made from Australia, a gift from her mom before she left.
In the train, everyone is busy. A man who had a phone call. A woman who hummed a lullaby for her baby and let it sleep on her arms. An old man who was busy reading newspapers.
After a several minutes the train stopped. That was her cue. She went out and hummed as she felt the freedom her spirit wanted. This convention is very important to her. This will help her and her family. She brought her manuscript, the paper getting wet as she felt the nervousness envelop her.
The street is still far from where she is now. She doesn't have enough money to spend for another transportation. She wanted to save her remaining money.
"The leaves were falling
My hair goes as what as the wind blows
Keeping my steps be as secure one.
Grass got faded,stones got exploded.
Like a paradise that been vanished by
Like a home that been destroyed by
Like a heart that been broke by"
This is her lifestyle. Having so much time finding words which will fit perfectly for her poems. A person who tries to define things. That's what she calls herself.
"Paper flips and fingers shift
Hands move and pen lift
Every stolen memories
Every piece of this scenario
Every flips
Shift
Lift
Move
Is also part of yours.
So please don't hide it
I wish I could be like this
I wish..."
She knew she had been gifted , ever since she was a child. Her fingers would automatically write her feelings, her own thoughts scribbled down in the form of words open for every one to read.
She sighed when she felt her stomach grumbled. She didn't eat breakfast, that's right. Why did she have to remember now?
She held her head as the dizziness started to envelop her. Her stomach was still growling, her head was spinning and her eyesight wasn't any better. She felt the whole world spinning in front of her.
Before the darkness practically enveloped her eyesight.
"Hey girl, wake up."
( written by kcPilosofiaxania ; edited by seriouslycxrly )
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