They never told me that story. I found that out for myself.
They told me mom was killed in a car crash when I was little.
So I grew up believing in fairy tales and princesses and fairies.
But you see, I didn’t grow up in a nice town.
I grew up watching the boys play basketball and my neighbor fall down as he rode his skateboard.
And I thought, “Why am I not like them?”
When I was eleven, and was in grade school, I noticed how girls and guys were treated differently.
So so differently.
It was unfair.
So the next day, I wore sneakers instead of sandals.
And the girls called me dirty.
And then I wore T-shirts instead of dresses.
And the boys called me ugly.
And then I went shopping with my neighbor, Ryder.
We went to a thrift shop. And I bought jerseys and wore them to school.
And one of the boys told me that I shouldn’t wear a jersey if I couldn't even play.
So I took his ball and shot it in the hoop several times.
And they respected me.
And at the time, it felt awesome.
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Complications
Short StoryI hope he can un-complicate me. Well, at least a part of me. Since my past is very complicated, I hope that the future will be bright and simple. The exact opposite of what I am. But we'll see. We'll see. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved