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#2~~ Maybe. Just Maybe.~~

"All the other children are afraid of me." 

"As they should be." 

I sat looking at the grey cement wall the same way I had been for the past three hours. Still and quiet. Contemplating. I seem to do that frequently. I contemplate the meaning of life, the true deep meaning behind the 'Hello' that a friendly stranger sent me on some random Sunday morning as we passed by, why I chose to wear what I did, or eat what I ate. I over analyze every little detail of my life; so you think with all that thinking I could have avoided my current predicament or at the very least how I could get out of it. Nothing. I have absolutely nothing but silence. My silence and contemplation.

Maybe this started when I walked into his house in the skimpiest outfit I could ever fit into, with heels so high I swear I had a different atmosphere, and makeup so caked on you couldn't tell I was still me.

Or maybe this started before that. When I finally agreed to go to said party at said person's house after two and a half weeks of relentless begging from my only friend Amber.

Or maybe it started at the very moment in second grade that Amber and I became friends. Amber had always been the braver of the two of us even if I had been the tougher. My parents call her a bad influence, I call her my only influence. She had her own special way of getting me out of my box that before her no one else knew how to do.

Or maybe they were all just too afraid.

The reason Amber and I got along so well was because of her brevery. She had always had her own path and never cared if people followed. To her it was either you help her or you get out of her damn way. Most people picked the latter. So her and I grew up getting avoided our whole lives, people being afraid of us helped us bond. We migrated together. It just made sense.

Amber by herself was a stubborn-bull-headed-dunce that would never get anything done just because people told her to do it.

I on the other hand had always been a force to be reckoned with when my emotions got the best of me.

We balanced eachother out, made eachother calm. But in another sense, when we got together we were a whirlwind of disaster you jumped out of the way of before you got sucked up and destroyed before being spit back out. I remember the day we became friends perfectly.

It was a brisk Tuesday October morning. I was wearing my favourite beige knitted jumper and some black leggings sitting at a park bench reading my favourite Robert Munsch book while the other kids played during recess. The teacher that was supervising morning recess happened to be my mother. She always worried about me, sitting alone reading wasn't normal for a second grader by her standards. After taking a scan of the playground she walked over and sat across the table from me.

"Michelle, why don't you go play grounders with the other kids? I'm sure they wouldn't mind." She always addressed me as I was a tiny adult; perhaps it was due to the fact that I always acted like a tiny adult.

"Mama, you know what happened in kindergarten. All of the children are afraid of me." My bright blue eyes looking back at her and the way I spoke made her flinch. She too was afraid of me though she tried her best to hide it as I was not only her daughter but I was a spitting image of her. Long curly light brown hair, watery baby blue eyes, abnormally small skeletal structure. She curtley nodded to me.

"As they should be." And with that she turned her attention back to the playground to pry two boys that were fighting in the field off of eachother.

Later that week, Thursday to be exact we had a new student come into my class and though I paid her little to no attention I did notice the fact that she was wearing a very pretty red jacket and looked just like Little Red Riding Hood, the one from the story books I loved to read so much. With her there I felt a very little spark of hope that maybe I would be able to make a new friend. That light was put out almost immediately when I saw her talking to Carmen. Carmen was the Queen Bee of second grade and everyone listened to her in fear of being an outcast and not being able to play tag or jump rope with the other kids.

I knew they were talking about me by the way they were whispering and not-so-subtly pointing at me. I quickly looked down at my grey cardigan picking at a loose thread, all hope of friendship dying. After all, who would want to be friends with the girl that would send you to the hospital because you get too close?

Amber. Thats who.

The next recess rolled around and I was sitting at my spot reading my new book about the stars when someone sat across from me. Confused I looked up to see a bright red jacket along with black hair and brown eyes peering back at me.

Maybe if she hadn't of come sat down at the table that day. Maybe if I hadn't split my nutella sandwich with her. Maybe if we hadn't bonded over the mutual hatred of Carmen, then maybe I never would have went to that party. Then maybe I wouldn't have drank. Then maybe I wouldn't have been in that room. Then maybe he wouldn't have fallen out of the window. And maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't be sitting here, staring at the grey cement wall in front of me, contemplating.

"Miss Vice, do you have anything to add to your statement? Miss Vice? Miss Vice? Michelle?" Maybe this man wouldn't be questioning me. Maybe the other inmates wouldn't be backing away from me.

"Michelle, the other women in here are starting to become afraid of you." I look at the detective.

"As they should be."

Or maybe everything would have ended the same way.

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Second prompt done, this one is a little longer than the first but I hope you all like it! Tell me how I did, and feel free to message me with prompts and I will try to write them as soon as I can! Hope you enjoyed. 

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