The Line Girl

I stole them. I snuck past the old man. nobody saw me, I was very secretive. Stuffing the glossy glasses into the deepest part of my bag. I didn't take them out for the rest of the day. Not even when Jess asked me what I was hiding in my bag or when Kaya tried to steal my hairbrush from within it. I didn't want them to see. To know. It's private.

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Stumped, I slumped in my office chair and flicked small bits of sticky Bluetac across my room.

'There are many problems in life...'

I started writing. It's hard. I'm not sure blogs would be a good thing for me? It doesn't feel right for some reason. There's too much pressure to be like other people, but then again you can't copy them. I want to be myself, but I'm not sure who that actually is yet. So I wrote:

'Confusion is a funny thing. I stick two - fingers up to the people who confuse me. Don't trust them.

Signed, A girl who's on the line.'

I smashed my finger on the last key and closed my laptop. I didn't want to read it. Not yet.

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