Short Stories

A Dream

She was a creative, witty, and very intelligent twelve year old girl. Her heart was always set on music and has never wavered onto anything else. Everyday she listened to music and took it in like a drug, becoming intoxicated in the sound that engulfed her ears. Her life at home was average but life at school and out in the real world was another story. She loved going out to public places so dearly but not for the reasons you'd think. Going out was a way of being able to see how different people were from her; making the feeling mutual. However, she dreaded school since there she knew people would want to cut her down and chain her up. Only some of them tried but every time she would come back looking as if it never happened. Those who did attempt to break her were always her friends. She always just left it alone due to the fact that her social skills weren't the best. Friendship was something she saw as a way to peek out into society. It wasn't anything bad to her unless she felt pressured into constantly going to these "hang-outs" most people went to. She hated them due to the fact that she wasn't very extroverted. Everything in her life was normal. Nothing was out of order and so far she had everything that one would want in a good life. One morning she rode her bike out into town to get some fresh air. The only place she had wanted to go at that moment was a field of flowers in which she had gone to whenever she wanted to take a break from being indoors all day. As she arrived to the field she proceeded to lay down on the soft field and thought how lovely everything was at the moment. It was as if the world had stopped rotating and all she could do was smile in the world she had created not knowing her mother had been weeping; calling out her name.
Her bike lay on the ground in the middle of the street as people gathered around.

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