"So, I was wondering if you'd like to go to this conference on Saturday. It's for a writing event coming up soon and I thought you'd enjoy it." He scratches the back of his neck and the wheels start turning in my head.
"Sure, I- "
"Hi, guys!" A pitc...
She's not a saint, And she's not what you think, she's an actress-" WOAAAAHHHHHH." She's better known, For the things that she does on the mattress-" WOAAAHHHHH". Soon she's gonna find, Stealing other people's toys On the playground won't make you many," FRIIEENNDDSS" "She should keep in mind." "She should keep in mind." "There is nothing I do better than revenge, HA!"
Hair flip, sassy eye roll, and repeat.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is how you perform for yourself and your magical friends on a rainy Friday night.
Mom and dad left to attend a wedding that I wasn't invited to, and my brain could only process so many numbers and figures in an hour.
So I had to resort to other things that didn't involve my brain.
Or my soul.
It started off with baking gooey brownies with a special recipe I had grown to love over the years, which was followed by eating directly out of the rectangular pan while a pot of coffee cooled in the refrigerator and my socks dried in front of the heater.
The heater you've switched on in the month on May.
So what? I'm an individual with a different preference, kill me. I sassed back at my conscious who had a look of disdain on her face.
After Taylor Swift was done possessing me, I switched the television on from my position on the floor in front of the kitchen counter; a skill I will forever be proud of.
As my eyes found the familiar face of a little brown mouse on the screen, a screeching sound left my lips covered in gooey heaven and within seconds, I was on the floor, right in front of the television.
What are you? 2?
I narrowed my eyes and muted the voice out of my head.
Not today girl, not today.
That night, my voice echoed off of the walls until everyone in the house shut their night lights off and showered me with kisses, begging me to sleep.
And as I brushed my teeth, bright eyes staring at flushed cheeks, a mob of curly hair and mismatched socks- my soul stayed quiet and so did my brain.
It didn't whisper as I picked up the leather notebook.
The voices didn't squeal as my fingers went for a pencil instead of a pen. So I changed routes that night.
Even if it was just for that moment- I did it all on my own.
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