Just a scoop of Huckleberry

Yogurt

I sit alone in the grand courtyard, swirling my spoon in my vanilla yogurt. The plain flavor wafts into my nose and I start to cry. I don't have fancy foods anymore, not until, you know... Little water drops of pain fall down my cheeks. Those little tears ruined my life. The wet moisture that splattered my face destroyed me. The pain had stabbed my heart like millions of glass shards and came out with blood reading, "Kassie."

People walk by me with looks on their faces that I can't tell if it's sympathy or regret. The second bell rings but ignore it. I don't care if I'm late anymore. That bell is just another miserable sound to my ears.

I stare at my feet into the cold rock and imagine myself as one. Everyday, people step on me. They bury their sadness in me just like I am doing now. My life is a rock. I am a rock, a rock that will be broken over and over again.