As I sat quietly watching all the other small kids play games like hide and seek or racing. My mind went racing. I sat on a bench in the corner of the school yard. I wonder if I'd ever get the chance to be normal. I wonder if I could change and not be this shy little girl. I cried in my head because I knew the answer to these questions. No. Why would I ponder such things? They'd only waste my time and leave a reminder embedded in my mind I was a freak. No better. Was I ever going to live? Or was I just going to sit on the back burner, left to die? No hope was left in my eyes. No tear drops either.
I wonder, how was it possible for the other kids to easily prosper with out a second thought? And why was it so hard for me? I thought for hours on that bench. Hanging my head low I looked at my shadow. I saw a black mysterious figure in the shape of me. I thought, how could it be? I looked exactly like the other girls I mimicked and tried so desperately to fit in with. They had on skirts, so did I. They had braids in, so did I. They had brightly colored accessories, so did I. I never learnt what was so different between me and those girls. I guest the difference was our hearts. And what lied in them.
I was tried on being an oddballs that everyone made fun of. I grew sick of being tried. It was tedious being an eyesore to everyone. The hardest part is when they said I was an eyesore out loud. I looked up to they sky, but I didn't know why I looked up. Probably to see God. And ask him to end his time. But I looked up. I saw the blue sky trying to become red. I saw the blue sky being blue like never before. The blue sky tried so hard to be red. Then I saw a bird. Right over the gate was a bird. The bird seemed retarded from a far. It flew in infinite circles. And making sounds of monster's and men's. I didn't know if it was real. The other kids seemed to ignore it. The bird couldn't be seen by them. Just me. I rubbed my eyes. But the bird seemed closer. And bigger.
I could feel myself going mad. First, I was a miserable kid. Now I was curious than ever. I walked over to the bird. It perched itself as a drew near.
"What is it you seek?" asked the black bird to me.
"I do not know." I replied
"Then leave and continue to sulk in your corner," it said.
"Am I the only one to see you?" I asked.
"Apparently so," it said.
"I want happiness and a place to rest my head." I demand. The bird chuckles.
"Rather I eat your heart? You have a portal to happiness there," The bird said.
"Eat My heart or what bot. I've let too many people eat my heart. I don't recommend it."
"You must know, little girl, greatness lies ahead of your road. We all carry different things in our hearts. What's in your heart attracts other people. That's why other people eat it. But now of people eating it, it has grown rotten. Your happiness has gone else where. You must find it. It seems other's already found it. Don't let other people do that."
"Why are you here?"
"I don't know. I felt like coming here."
"Where can I find my new heart?" The bird doesn't respond. Instead It comes down from It's perched spot. Then It draws back It's large, long, black beak and digs it into to center of my chest and rips my heart out. Blood oozes from my chest and hits the concrete floor. Then the great bird eats my heart.
"Grow a new heart. This one is no good. I cannot tell you where your new heart lies. For I do not know. My best guest is to find an ocean. Plenty of words are found there. Little girl, you are a beautiful creature. Please remember that. Don't let that go. Your new heart will have good things in it. But this time no one will take it. Because you won't let them. I plan to encounter you some more. Through you are little and young, I've never had a more mature conversation. I've never seen a person like you. It's okay to be different and smart. Let your wings spread apart and fly," the Great Bird said. And It flew off. Suddenly the sky was red to me. It tried so hard to be red and it finally worked. I stuck my arms through the hole where my rotten heart used to be. I collapsed on the floor.
I leaned in a puddle of my on blood.
No one found till 2 hours later. No one noticed my heart was missing yet. I woke up in a hospital bed. I looked at my heart monitor, which seemed to be normal and working like I still had my heart. But my heart was missing. And I'm ready to go on this hunt to find my new one.
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Seeing A Bird Soar
General Fictionthis is a short story about a 6 year girl who is incredibly smart and is shunned by her peers. one day, when she's sitting on a bench in the school yard, she sees a big black bird who she has an interesting conversation with.