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Mouthing .3

The light from her laptop would shine in her face, causing a small glow of her milky skin. The only thing that shed light was the upcoming project where she would have to write a play, gather students to act on the play based on a book. The child chose her book “Dog Called Kitty” by the author Bill Wallace. In this whole progression she couldn’t find a person to play the dog though with good luck and a compassionate principal she could bring in her dog Buddy and use him in the play. With her written script she pulled off the whole thing. Afterwards she would sit on the bench outside the classroom with her dog and classmate after classmate would give him pets for a job well done.

The horizon would burst of pinks, yellows and oranges, the leaves drifted once more from the old spring trees. Years drifted by like the leaves in the fall laying over grass and pathways. The girl would struggle to wake up drained from the energy it took to go through her day. To look at herself in the mirror and to smile at her mother and classmates. They say things will get better and everyone has depression. Her mothers’ words recited in her head everyone in awhile


“You’re a teenager. This is just a phase you’ll be fine”.
At this point she kept a journal writing all her thoughts and things that drifted through her head. Reading over it quite a few times a day seemed to help a little on most days and on others they would rip her apart. The end of senior year was coming fast maybe a bit too fast for her liking. A book in her hand she would read in the beginning of class for a half hour to forty-five minutes. Other then that time she hadn��t picked up a book by her own choice since seventh grade. It didn’t interest her as she had other things to worry of like budgeting and paying her roommate her portion of rent, getting all her homework done and enough energy to get up and go to work. All these things influenced her life in a greater value then at of the books that lingered on her dusty dresser.

“Babe, get up you’ve class”
A familiar voice filled the silenced air as she shifted in the warmth of the blankets that seemed to be hugging her and refusing to let go.