One Hundred Other Girls

Sitting On The Car

I was tired and frustrated so I changed into short shorts and a tee and slipped on my black and white striped, long sleeved jacket. I didn't bother to put shoes on, or socks for that matter, and leaped down my uneven concrete steps. 

Being young allows me to think and have time to myself. So I take advantage of that. 

My messy hair was down my back since I didn't bother to put it up. There was no reason to. No one was going to see me. Or so I thought.

I bounded off the last small step and onto the gravel paving. My feet were used to the rough and sharp rocks after thirteen years of living in the same house my whole life. 

I looked around, not seeing anyone close by I stepped onto the back ledge of my mother's Highlander and held onto the wing to stay balanced. 

It took me a second to realize there were children playing in the backyard of my neighbor's home. But that didn't stop me from swinging my leg onto the roof of the car. 

I crawled to the middle of the roof without making a sound. Not that my neighbors would hear it since they were at least twenty-five meters away from my house. 

I relaxed and pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs to provide a small barrier from the cool breeze hitting the left side of my body. At about an angle of 115° to the left of where I was looking. The setting sun.

I stared at it through the shadows of many trees, having them block my eyes from the light covering me. The air was soft and smooth, blowing my fringe into my face, but not putting me in a bad mood.

How could I be agitated when I could hear the birds chirp and the trees sway in the early spring wind? I thought about what my goals were in life. 

Did I have any?

Yes, now I do. I want to help everyone I can and fix as many of the broken as possible and understand the forgotten. But I cannot do that without them letting me. I wish people would realize that my intentions are purely good and not in ill will.

I wish people could tell me their problems and I wish I could listen and help them.

I listened to the breeze and looked straight up at the sky. I saw the moon. And then I thought about the other girls in too big of jackets that reached past their thumbs, with messy and greasy hair twisting and tangling in the wind, the one hundred other girls thinking about their goals to help those that are distressed around them, the millions of other girls sitting on top of their mother's car listening to the wind, birds, and trees all work in harmony.

The one hundred other girls that realized that they bearly have a grasp on a reality yet they understand that things die and things feel and things thrive. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a little girl with long and bright blonde hair waving at me and greeting me with a smile from the yard far away. 

I smiled and waved back. Reaching my arm as high as possible and a wide grin that seemed to touch my eyes. I knew that she would think the same things as I did though they might not be in the same situation or time but I hoped she would be peaceful when she reached my age.

I clambered off of the car's roof and hopped across the gravel onto the concrete steps to write down my new thoughts onto the limitless page of my favorite site with a new take on my emotions.

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Written: 4/3/2017 6:43 pm

Published: 5/3/2017 6:39 am