Story

All Little Girls

Did you know that in christian religion they believe that when you die your reborn in a better place? So why not just kill yourself and go? You ask. Well, see, you can't cheat that way or you can't go. You have to live out down here before you can go up there.

Why did I start my story this way? You ask.

I dunno. I thought it was interesting how in one place they teach you everything is black and white, when really that's not the case.

There is no heaven and hell ya'll. Least, that's what I think. Sure. You do one thing that impacts others negatively. Guess what? You are not the bad guy.

There are so many infinitesimal variables that are just not taken into account when something is judged, because no one can possibly know them all.

Now your probably thinking, "Okay, so what? People are a lot more confusing than we're lead to believe? Just get to the story honey."

And you're right. I did just tell you something that's unimportant until this moment, when I tell you another story. I've heard it a thousand times, and I don't really know exactly where it comes from. It goes like this:

'Someone is given the opportunity to go to both heaven, and hell.

In hell, everyone sits on on twenty feet tall chairs, at twenty feet tall tables, twenty feet away from the table. The table is packed with all the delicious foods imaginable. But, they have twenty foot long chopsticks. They are all starving, because they cannot put the food in their mouths.

In heaven, everyone sits on on twenty feet tall chairs, at twenty feet tall tables, twenty feet away from the table. The table is packed with all the delicious foods imaginable. But, they have twenty foot long chopsticks. They are all well fed.

How? Because they feed each other.'

The same example. Heaven, and hell. Good, and bad. Black, and white.

Let me tell you another story.

Once there was a girl. Her hair was ink-black. Her eyes where paper-white. Her lips, story book-red. She was born with her jaw clenched and her eyes closed tight.

She was a girl,

Young as calamity.

Wise as death.

Sharp as a bone-knife.

Fantastical as a story.

Bad as a fae.

Real as water.

She would not be told about right and wrong. Good and evil. She would not be told what a good little girl was meant to do.

This is her story.

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Alexa had been homeschooled all her life. Her mother said it was because she was to smart for normal school, but she knew it was her eyes. They had pupils, and whites, but what was interesting was the irises. They where a book-white, as her mother called them. And boy, where they strange. They couldn't seem to pick if they wanted to be brown or white. The angrier she got, the whiter they were, and the happier she was, the browner they were. Usually, they where somewhere in the middle, that 'book-white' that her mother was always talking about. The creamy light brown color one would associate with old scrolls. Not to say she wasn't smart. Actually, Alexa was the smartest. Give her a five thousand page book, and she would be done by the end of the day.

Because that was Alexa's one true love. Reading. Until the day she plunged head first into her favorite world.

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