Reaching out to people sometimes doesn't work out the way others intend it to. Inez faced the brute force of those consequences when beginning to tackle the wall that was Sebastian.
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Plagued by loneliness since childhood, seventeen-year-old Inez...
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Are You Just Going to Lay There?
I had always been alone when I was younger. With two hardworking parents and no siblings, the only people by my side were my sitter and those of my imagination. It always saddened me as a child.
It wasn't until middle school, when I had made my first friend, that I realized what I needed to do. Everyone was like their own book. The only objective that needed to be planted into my brain was to read the book. If I could decipher the deeper meaning behind it, I could find what would put me in its good graces.
So, I began to do that with people. I read them from afar and slowly began creeping into their lives. It was to the point that everyone around me knew of me in some way shape or form. This lead to my climbing of the social food chain. Although, that was never my goal. It was always just to have people around me that I could confide in and be cared by.
My freshman year of high school is where I discovered my best friend, Chrissy Santiago. After months of trying to befriend her, she eventually gave up and began letting me in. That was how I discovered the true meaning of friendship. She was one of the most important people in my life, and that's how I became who I am today.
Lessons from her influenced how I began reaching out to others. Eventually, I began to love and care for those I befriended. It was my duty to help them in any way. Those who'd give me the cold shoulder now give me warm smiles. The ones who never knew me now wave in my direction, calling my name and grinning.
All of this showed me how loved I could be by those around me, and how much I could love them.
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The entire school was bustling with mutters of excitement and groans of exhaustion. It had been seven hours of the eight hour school day. Everyone was tense and ready to leave the cramped building. I was one of those people.
Volleyball practice was calling my name. I could hear the ball slamming against the polished wooden floor, the feel of the leather on my palm. My left hand twitched for a small moment out of reflex. The desire to spike a ball or two is now the only thing on my mind. So much so, that the current lesson went in one ear and came out the other.
