In My Head

In My Head

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'1243 12341234 1234123444 No. Start over. 1234 12341234 123412341234 1234123412341234 123456789210 Again.' Alena is trying her best. That's all she can do. She's not overly badass, good girl, girly, tomboy, or nerdy. She's just...Alena. She hasn't had a lot of boyfriends, or is rich or famous. She probably won't ever be the president or go into space. She's not average...because what even is average? She reads and listens to music, mostly to give herself a break from her own mind. You might notice that she won't hold eye contact, but she is still listening. Maybe you see a thing layer of tears over her eyes. Or maybe you will find yourself facing an emotional wall when you try to get to know her. You might find her clingy, but she is probably just holding onto something that her mind is telling her over and over again that you don't like her, why would anybody like her dramatic self? Maybe being dramatic is the only way that she can scream out for help without directly telling you the she is slowly falling apart. Maybe she is just trying to give you a silent message that she needs help.
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Why was there a boy in my room? There was a boy in my room! "Shoo, shoo." I whacked him with the umbrella as he backed up next to the window. All I did was make a wish. Just a few words I called a sentence and a few sentences I called a paragraph. How was I supposed to know that it would turn out like this. What even was this? I was him. He was me. We were...we? "How can I be you!" I shouted in panic. This wasn't making sense. He? Me? We're...us? "Because I'm you." He answered calmly and my mouth dropped open. Wait, what? "How can you be me and I, you?" I bellowed, confused. This was way too much for the little brain cells I had left. "You're a boy!" "Okay, now that's just being sexist." He stated, leaning against my book case with a grin on his face. What the hell was going on!? ************************** Lenna Adams was living no easy life. Her once perfect family was now in ruins. She loved her dad, but now she felt nothing but hatred and disappointment towards him. She adored her mom, but now all she felt was pity towards her. She once appreciated her life too, but let's face it...everything was a mess in Lenna's life. He claimed he could help her. He claimed that he could make her enjoy life again. And the only way to do it, was to become her.

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