Story I Wrote Awhile Ago

“Rose,” He took my hand. “Everything will be fine.” He wiped a tear away just before it was about to fall off my face. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He embraced me and everything seemed fine for a minute. 

And then I woke up. The alarm clock played a song and let me know it was time I dragged my body out of bed at six in the morning for another day of school. Every single  day, the same routine. I wake up, do my hair, get dressed, brush my teeth, and try to keep from breaking down due to the exhaustion I feel. 

I’m always so tired. I can rarely sleep at night. It’s ironic considering how much I love sleep. It’s an escape from the real world. A place where I can just be numb, or even happy. Happy like I was last night. I got a whole six hours of sleep and dreamed that the guy I’ve liked for a long time was with me, keeping my tears from soaking my clothes. 

School that day was the same as everyday; long, boring, educational. The highlights of my day are the times when I get to see Christopher. No one makes me feel like he makes me feel. Happy. People come close to making me happy, but no one ever seems to succeed like he does.

Pretty soon it was lunch time. I put my math book in my locker and walked down the long hall to the crowded lunchroom. “Rooooose!” Christopher elongated my name as he approached me. 

“Chriiiiistopher!” I smiled and elongated his name as he did mine. “Are you getting lunch?” 

“No, but I’ll stand in line with you.” He stood in line with me to get lunch almost everyday.  

“Oh, alright.” I smiled at him. We then had our normal conversations about classes, teachers, and people. This was just another day. 

DIFFERENT PART OF THE STORY THAT I HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO YET 

“Christopher, I really like you.” I couldn’t stop myself from blurting that out in a moment like this. Luckily it was only at a whisper. “No, I love you.” Now I felt like covering my mouth with my hands, but I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. ‘Why? Why? WHY?’ I yelled at myself in my head. 

“I love you, too. You’re one of my best friends.” Was his response. 

“Friends.” I repeated, the sorrow in my voice more obvious then I hoped. 

“Yeah, friends. That’s all we’ll ever be. It’s all we’re meant to be. Friends.” I wanted to run away in that moment. How was I supposed to respond to that? I did the only thing I had the strength to do. I didn’t make a sound. I just sat in the silence. 

What is Love?

“What is love?” She asks herself aloud. She lies in bed, staring at the ceiling. She doesn’t want to be doing this, but she’s stuck. She’s stuck on the same question as everyone else. So confused as to why this question makes her stop and think. “Why can’t I just understand?” She now rolls over and the words are slightly muffled by the pillow that is now covering half of her mouth. “Is there really an answer at all? Or are there are a million answers?” She thinks, only in her head this time. She’s always just felt numb about the topic. Sure, she dwells on it, but it doesn’t really make her feel. It only makes her curious. She believes that the thought of it shouldn’t make her feel, because she doesn’t understand what it’s supposed to feel like. If you don’t know how to feel about it, then how are you supposed to feel at all when it comes to the subject of love. She’d rather ignore it’s existent. Pretend it isn’t even real, but how can she? When every movie, song, and book is about this thing called “love.” So she just thinks about it. Always asking the same question. “What is love?”

Historical Fiction Scene - Typhoid Mary and Messy.

Messy is the grossest roommate to ever exist. She leaves food unwrapped in the fridge for days to rot until someone else has to dispose of it. What’s worse is it’s my food. The food I took the time to cook for everyone. I’m not sure how Messy and my other roommates feel about this but I feel like I must bring it up because it’s driving me insane.
    I walked into the main room of our apartment where to my delight I found everyone except for Messy gathered around. “Hey everyone, it’s come to my attention that Messy may be the most disgusting person to live with on the face of the planet.” I said, being very straight forward.
     A few of them nodded and Lucy responded with, “I can’t argue with that.”
    “We have to end it. I say we take a vote. Either we give her a chance and tell her to start cleaning up after herself, or we get rid of her now, and just tell her to leave.” I suggested. “All in favor of giving her a warning.” As each of my three roommates began to raise there hands I felt the anxiety in my stomach. I was so hoping they would vote to get rid of her. Maybe I should of just done it myself. “Alright, I’ll have a talk with her when she gets home.” And with that I joined my roommates in other conversation.
    Not very long passed before the door opened and in stepped Messy. It had been raining out and she threw her muddy boots on the carpet like it was normal. It took everything in me not to slap her, or yell something awful at her. “Hello, Messy.” I said in my the friendliest voice I could manage.
    “Oh hi Mary!” She said with the same smile on her face that she always seemed to have. That annoying smile I would love to get rid of.
    “The others and I talked and, well, Messy you’re just so... Messy. It’s starting to get to some of us and we wondering if you could try and do better.” After saying this I tried so hard to push a smile onto my face that I felt I would explode, but eventually succeed.
    “Oh, of course! Sorry about that.” The smile on her face hadn’t left throughout the whole conversation. “Well I’m going to get to bed.” She said as she took her coat off and through it on the couch next to her.
    “Don’t you think you should put your coat away? Clean your boots off?” I asked, making it sound as if I were going to give her the option.
    “Well sure, but I have work early tomorrow and I’m tired. Don’t you think I could get it done sometime tomorrow?”
    “You could get it done sometime tomorrow, but I believe it’d be best to just do it now.”
    “Oh come on, Mary!” She giggled.
    “No. Do it tonight. I’m sick of your messes and no one is going to clean up after you this time.” As I said this the smile faded from her face and I couldn’t help the curl of my own lips. Seeing Messy sad, now that’s a special occasion.
    “Oh well, I guess I could do it real fast.” She gave in and I tried to stop smiling.
    “Good.” I said as I turned and walked out of the room, still smiling. I returned to my other roommates.
    “How’d it go?” Lucy asked.
    “Very well.” I continued to smile....