melody mcanderson
on the tenth of the third month of the year 2014, i packed my bags up and took a train anywhere. the idea was startling at first, but shouldn't i be happy about leaving this god damned town? this town brought everyone grief; from the gloomy sky and the leafless tries every day, every year. i never experienced a season- other than fall in my entire life. there wasn't a day where there were blankets of snow, or the sun was so hot, that we all had to stay inside, or when the flowers bloomed on mother's day. autumn falls was founded in 1795, when america was barely a country. autumn falls is located in the most uncredited state in the nation, new hampshire.
why was i escaping the safety blanket of autumn falls? to find my happiness, my spirituality, my passion. you're only limited for a few things in this provincial town, and i want to do more than what i was provided. were my parents fully onboard with their barely nineteen year old daughter leaving their nest? no, not really.
i rested my head on the train window and silently hummed the curse of curves by cute is what we aim for. i knew that i was on this train for a while now, but i didn't want to ruin the surprise and check on my phone for the date. i grabbed my crappy journal from my bad and doodled stars and ufos all over one page.
"we are now approaching orlando, florida. thank you for coming along this journey with us- all the way from new york city, to here. enjoy your stay in the entertainment capital of the united states!" the conducted cheered over the loudspeaker.
orlando sounded familiar? oh crap, how could i forget that disney world was located here. i went there once when i was fifteen-- oh never mind. quickly, i reached overhead to grab my two luggages. this was it, a new place for miss mcanderson to explore. a new life, a new me. i defiantly felt a piece of me shutter into pieces as i entered the train station. three people crashed into me, because i was just standing there. "oh sorry," a voice said.
"no-- no, you're fine," i chuckled and tried to find the exit. i followed the crowd out to the exit of the station. the light march breeze hit me and i shuddered. this wasn't autumn falls anymore.
michael clifford
you feel pain in different ways. some can handle it-- and some can't. me for example, i have the lowest pain tolerance, especially when it comes to feelings.
on march 6th, 2014 at 3:35 PM, i caught my former girlfriend cheating on me. cartons of eggs were dropped from my hands. if you loved someone, how could you go against their back with another person? or at least, i thought she loved me.
on march 9th, 2014 at 5 AM, i packed up all my bags and left her. she begged for me to stay and that she loves me. all of my trust was lost, then and there.
here i am, on march 12th, 2014, throwing rocks into a pond. i've been sleeping in motels for the past few days to make ends meet. my mom has offered for me to stay with her, but i cried too hard to have her decipher my words.
"is anyone sitting here?" a girl asked me. "this sounded so cliché."
"how would this be cliché?" i laughed and let her sit down.
"i don't know," she laughed. "oh, sorry i'm melody mcanderson."
"michael clifford."
"so, what brings you here?" melody laughed and kicked some pebbles.
"too long of a story," i shrugged. "how about you?"
"came from new england, and now i'm here in orlando and homeless," she laughed.
"my girl-- well ex girlfriend, cheated on me, also homeless," i smiled.
