Drink

       There once was a bubbly young girl. She was around 6 years old. She wasn't the biggest girly girl, and she never quite fit in and she didn't understand why.

       She didn't like dolls, and she was very confused about why no dolls were, darker skinned. For that reason she really liked her stuffed friends. She often would play tea party with them. She didn't have many friends, but she would make up imaginary friends to take the place of all the friends she wish she had. One day she was feeling extra lonely so she decided that she would have a tea party with all her animal friends and imaginary friends.

        She sat at the table with her little friends and poured them all tea, it was really water but with imagination it became hot green tea. She sat and began to sip her tea, and waited for her friends to do the same.

They did not move.

She pushed the cup closer to rabbit next to her.

She did not move.

       The loneliness was strong that day so strong it stopped her imagination. She looked over to her imaginary friends to see that they weren't there. There were just empty chairs. She looked over again at her animal friends to see they were all stuffed animals. Fake. They didn't drink like they were supposed to, they didn't move they weren't animate. They were not alive. "Drink." She said, urging on the rabbit to become lively again.

        The young girl did not understand. "Why are they not drinking." She thought. "Do they not like the tea?" "Is it too hot?" She asked herself. She looked back over at the chairs. "Maricia..." She said tears starting to form. Here cat friend was not there. The only friends she had were not with her.

        They were gone. They had left. "They're not real." The realization hit hard. "It's all in your head." The tears flowed in rivers, as these uncontrollable thoughts came about. "Drink." She said again taking the tiny cup and shoving it in the rabbits face. The water spilled out onto it's read dress. "Why aren't you drinking?" She asked? There was no answer. She threw the rabbit as hard as she could down onto the floor.

"You have no friends," she wipes her eyes "you're alone."

       She never forgot those words, they haunt her on her worst days, pinning her down and forcing her to remember every detail of that day. Her brown skin clashing with her bright pink jacket. Her hair free and curly hair dark hair. The tiny white glass tea party toy kit. The rabbits small pink nose. The rabbits red beige and black dress. The rabbits rejection. The realization of lonliness, and the horrible thought of

"Why am I so lonely?"