I am weak, I am. My life is a mess, it is. We are poor, we are.... Yep, not to happy, not a fairy tale AT ALL, and I don't think I'll get MY happy ending. You know when people ask you if you are inspired by someone, or if you inspire others? Well, think about it, just for a second, now picture a small 14 year old girl (BTW, weaker and smaller than average), cuddled up in her closet, invisible to the world, with a broken family that's poor. Yeah, that's me, oh yeah, and my depressing life, I am pretty sure I don't inspire anybody, mainly, because I don't KNOW anybody, and I am not inspired either... I hope you have a happier life than me, you really don't want to be in my position.
But you know what the funniest thing is? I always go around to people, and I tell them to be strong, to TRY BE STRONG, and I am saying it to you now... but, who AM i kidding? If I can't be strong, why AM I giving this advice? It's because I guess its MY turn to try and be strong.
The corner of his mouth tilts upward slightly.
I smile again.
A smile!?
A tiny one, but still.
"Hm. So I got you to smile, that's progress, yeah? Can I get your name now?"
I ask, swinging my feel a little.
He shakes his head shyly, his mouth not moving at all.
Geez! Why do I want to hear this dude talk so much?
"Okay, that's fine. I can give you a nickname."
I offer happily.
He looks up from his book, raising his eyebrows. I just stare for a moment.
He has nice eyes.
Pretty brown chocolate orbs.
They remind me so much of.......
"Teddy."
He shakes his head immediately, frowning.
"What, why not? You remind me of my old teddy bear. He was a good listener and he didn't talk much..... just like you."
I say softly, tilting my head.
He continues to shake his head.
I fold my arms, leaning back in my seat.
"Yeah, it's definitely sticking. Teddy.....It has a nice ring to it, yeah?"
He sighs, the first sound I have ever heard him make.
"No."
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*Jordan*
Teddy!?
Seriously!?
She gave me a fucking NICKNAME!?
What the hell does this girl want!?
I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the busy street.
Forget about her.
She's just a annoying pretty girl, she'll go away.
Everybody does.
She HAS to go away.
*Spoiler alert*: she doesn't.
Don't get close to people or they'll end up getting hurt.
That's my mindset.
I've been through enough of that.
This girl doesn't belong in my world anyway.
She's too innocent.
*Mature content*
{Just a quick update, I am basically rewriting the story. I wrote it when I was in 8th grade and it makes me cringe every time I try to go back and edit it so keep in mind that it'll get better}