Not only that, but some of the kids in one of the art classes got their art in the back of the book! I could have been one of them, it's just that my story was in the book first. SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(don't read if you don't wanna read my story, I just wanted to put it here)
A notebook and a tear
I once had a friend, who was amazing, smart, and fun, but what was inside scared me, but I couldn’t do anything. She is gone,so I will tell her story, to make sure her legacy lives on and to help the people who need it. Before she left, she gave me her old notebook that she writes all her thoughts in and she told me to read it if I’m ever confused about why she does the things she does.
I flipped through the pages, skimming through short entries, until I found one recent entry. As it turns out,
this one was important. This is what it said: “My rode to the grave.”
“August 29, 2015
I wonder what I’m like to the world,
because I can never know.
What goes around inside their heads
when the cold winds blow?
I ask for help.
For a way to know for sure,
if they see a strange person,
or someone who is more
than just a book loving girl,
who never speaks her mind.
More than a girl,
who to society is blind.”
That isn’t what she seemed like to me, so then I read another.
August 30, 2015
“The true me lives in darkness,
because no one ever thought
that the quiet girl who lived alongside them,
would ever be worth a lot.
So now she lies to the world,
and she is never what they think.
The people known as her friends,
unknowingly drove her sadness to the brink.
I am the girl,
the one who never let others know,
that she was drowning in her tears,
and she was ready to leave, ready to go.”
I knocked on her door and went straight into her room. When I got up there, I saw her mom crying on the cold floor and her sister sobbing in the bed. That was when I knew that I was too late. I ran out of the house, ran to the lake where I hoped to clear my thoughts. I decided to read the last entry in the notebook. To know why she would hurt me and her family this way. To know what happened to my best friend.
August 31, 2015
“Today. It has to happen today.
So, goodbye life.
Society did this.
Society will not care.
Society always pushed me away
from what I loved.
So this is it.
My last goodbye.”
So, here I am, standing in her newly dug grave. Crying my heart out and watching the tears flow like rivers across the moist dirt. Her family stand around me but everyone is cold and still. Statues in a cemetery, that's what we mourners are. We all came to see her spirit leave this world and travel to the next.
A cold, pain-filled tear rushes down my cheek and a choked sob escapes. The cluster of statues moves and we all leave to our homes. But I will not sleep tonight. Nor will I dream. Because when you suffer something like this
peace runs and hides until something is done.
She could have had a great life. She could have lived and grown. But instead she kept quiet, never telling anyone her scar-filled secrets. She should have lived. She should be here now. But she’s not, and she’s left this world behind.
Her story always leaves me in tears and makes me think carefully. We can always unknowingly mistreat people. We can always accidentally cause
people to take away pain like this. So we should try to understand the many people in pain.
*please take note that none of this is real. This never happened.