Stones

Preface (you should actually read it this time)

I know they will run out someday. I try to savor them. But I have so many questions. I see copies on necklaces all the time, the bearer unaware of the true power of the real thing. I have no memory on how it came to me. The only thing I remember is the first magical occurrence. I was struggling with school, and about to give up. Then it beckoned me. A tiny jar no bigger than my thumb. It was filled with different gems and stones. It has a tiny cork plug to keep the wishes from falling out. nobody knows about it, even Merveille, the closest thing I have to a friend. She, however is just a reminder of my inferiors to other girls. She has a healthy body, beautiful eyes, and has all the romantic qualities from her French background. She is far more talented than I would ever be, yet she puts up with me. It's not only the girls, the boys make fun of me too. I looks really awkward and disproportionate to the rest of me. I can't even escape the mocking at school. In public, people stare at me as if I'm an animal. For just me all together I assume. My style is a little untradional. I get all my clothes as hammy-downs from my cousins, who are freakishly different personality types. One day I'll be wearing a pink, lacy dress. The next, ripped black skinny jeans with a leather jacket. To add to this chaos, my mother is a hippie. She doesn't take what I say seriously sometimes and it's really hard to relate to someone so laid-back. People sneer as they watch our unconventional life. I try to hold on but the only thing I can hold onto, is my gems. My only real possession. I lose myself in their beauty and it takes me away. I am incapable of understanding their power. Everyone I use. Each gem I remove from the jar, kiss, then throw behind me. They help me get through the battle I face when I need them. The day I contemplated using the kitchen knife for something drastic I kissed the gem and it disappeared. Instead, I decided to look forward to me and Merveil's sleepover tomorrow night. Or when I came home crying because of what happened at school, the gems somehow got Merveille to call me to see if I was okay. I'm sure the only reason she is my friend is the power of the gems. I almost feel sorry that she is overcome by the power. Poor Merveille Ami Sauveur.