Little Bit of Light

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I've never agreed with people who say that they're invisible, there's no choice in seeing something that's invisible, nonexistent to eyes. People are the downpour in a thunder storm, others would rather watch the ground behind them than the wondrous power that flies through every atom. I'm one of those raindrops, never chosen to be seen.

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My name's Genevieve, sixteen years I've been floating around, the curtain in the way of the view. Only once have I seen a friendly face that sees me back, her name is Helena but to me she's Hal. She's the EMF meter of this specters existence. Those hazel doe eyes, night vision goggles, peering into the black that is my life. Focusing on the flickers of good, dousing them with joy and warmth until they become at least a wimpy flame of happiness.

Hal couldn't be a better person. A constant, never ending stream of wit, and beauty. Magnificent beauty. Internally and externally, the perfect essence of Aphrodite. Though hardly anyone has had the pleasure of experiencing the true Helena, she doesn't open up to anyone. The jewel in the safe, locked away until a light is searching, craving the reveal of her glittering entirety.

I believe that among the coal and rocks of the world, there are pebbles and crystals, like Hal. Few but fierce. Sitting, waiting for the clouds to clear and the sun to join them, enlightening everything in a gleaming explosion.

Why can't the pebbles just sprout legs and move themselves? Why are all of the greatest things dependent on something else? If they could just run, run to wherever pleased them. Life would be fair and good, but they don't have legs, they're at the mercy earth's dirty desires.

Life has a funny way of giving greatness to the evil and evil to the great. Way to be ironic. Life, I applaud yo- "Vives, earth to Genevieve! Do you want to leave? The bell rung ...a while ago" Her narrowed, now bright green eyes snap me into reality. The clock points to 3:04, school is out. " Yeah, I'm coming," why couldn't I be one of the lucky ones to have been blessed with a larger attention span than a puny minded goldfish?

I sling my bag over my shoulders, pull my long dirty blonde hair out from under the strap, pick up my notebook, and we make our way across the child beaten, hard wood floors. The open double doors at the end of the hall reveal creamy cotton clouds that lace the blue sky. As I near them, the warm breeze hits my face, blowing away the worry, replacing it with an almost-smile. "Do my eyes deceive me, or did I just see a smile?" I glance up and see Hal's perky pink lips pull into a sparkling white grin. " I think you should get your eyes checked" her smile slides into a smirk as she chuckles.

We weave our way through the maze of people on blacktop, now glimmering and dancing with heat, and make it to Hal's rust bucket on wheels. I glance towards Hal but notice the ever-present smile is now gone and an apologetic frown is in its place.

"Vives, I'm so sorry, but I have work tonight, I completely forgot about it, I'm sorry" I've never been able to stand it when she gets upset on account of me. " You're fine Hal, it's okay" I try my best at forming a lippy smile, not that it really works. " But you have to go home then, don't you?"

Home.

Why did it always have to be that place, why couldn't it be anywhere else? Anywhere but there. " Ummm, it's okay, I have to go back sometime right" her face twists into an unsure grimace. " I'll just take today off" she reaches for the back pocket of her light denim jeans, but she can't get fired just because her best friend has an wonky home life. She pulls her phone out as I lunge forward and snatch it from her hand " Hal, you can't loose your job. It'll be fine I promise, just drop me off at home. It's really okay" her face drops, " I'm so sorry Genevieve." Hal finally gives in, slumping into the lumpy, torn leather. I jog around the car and settle into the foamy seat.

The engine creaks, sputters, and roars to life. Outside, the hive of kids is scurrying to their cars, living their normal lives. Oblivious to me. They all breeze by as we pull out toward the root of my dread.

Home.

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