July 6th: 9:30 PM
As I climb into bed, thousands of thoughts roll over me. What was really coincidental was The King of Obnoxiousness was at church! Him and I are staring at each other for the entire time until the Exchange of Peace. That's when I wave to him as the gesture I'm sending means truce.
The reasons of wanting to be a attorney also pass my mind. I run my fingers through my wavy brown hair as I remember my reasons.
Reasons
1. I'm pretty good (being honest here) at debating.
2. My grandpa was a attorney. He was very knowledgeable and would win a lot of battles.
3. I love fighting for what is rightful, honest and truthful. Truth and honesty is the only thing that matters to me in life situations.
4. With all the hardships from my life, I don't want to see others suffer the same way I did. This is when lawyers have to see things from a different perspective.
Then, hot tears stroll slowly down my cheeks. The Squirrel, my dying grandpa, my suffering Mom, what society expects from me, my personality changing from happy to grim, my life sucks. Everything poured out in that moment as I silently sob for my life. I hear my Mom's words in my head
"Your situation isn't as bad as others. You should be grateful for the life you have."
Honestly, in my mind, I'm suffering worse than any other kid out there. I think to my friends. My friends problems go away within a couple minutes. A soft bitter chuckle escapes my lips, the laughter is harsh and metallic. I then think to Grandma's words.
"People with a pure heart suffer a lot more than those who don't. This all means you understand how life goes."
That seems to calm me a bit. As Sia's hit single Chandelier plays in my head. One line strikes me as peculiar.
I'm just holding on for tonight.
Yes, Lord, I think. I'm holding on for tonight. As I say my prayers and turn out the lights for my room and my hope.
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The Arcane Society
HumorThe life of an aspiring teenage lawyer is tough. Elisabeth soon starts to question whether school is even worth it. Elisabeth starts to write down her joys and sorrows as the days drone by. School is hard enough on her, at least the social aspect of...