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Margaret-Lesson 4Dear Friend. What you are about to read is something that really happens inside my head.
Margaret, a black, shadow-like demon cat with yellow eyes. She...she lives in my mind. She's quite active, all the time meowing orders at me, most of which I do not follow. Why? Because, you see, Margaret's the other side of me. The darker side.
Someone insulted you. Are you mad?
No. Let them say what they want.
Oh, but you are mad. Why don't you walk over there, hm? Walk over and give them a nice high five. In the face.
I'd get expelled for doing that here.
So you would do it if we weren't here? In this Catholic school?
I wouldn't do it to them anywhere. That would only give them more reason to talk.
But it'd make you feel good, right? To give them what they deserve?
You forget who the real judge of people are, Margaret.
No I remember. It's God. You've been learning about him your whole life, haven't you?
Do you remember how they used to bully you
Lesson 3Dear Friend,
My ex boyfriend was a very nice guy.
When we first met, it was during a school event. And I fell for his looks right away. Of course, I waited to see if he was okay for me to date. He seemed alright. I mean, he was sweet, wrote me poems, flirted with me, asked to go on dates, and whatnot. And I really liked that. And after about three months we became boyfriend and girlfriend.
Things went really well for a long time. For a whole year. A whole damned year. And then he started changing.
He was always late whenever I invited him over to my house or to the movies. I mean, he was always late, but it seemed as if he quit trying to be on time. He wasn't even ready when he invited me over to his house. I hated that. I liked it when people, especially him, were on time.
He used to text me every night to say good night, and we used to call each other to talk for awhile. Then he went to college in New York, and he got busier. Not that I blame him for not calling
Victim of your sweetness
Everything to me
Nothing without you
You're my own special
Impossible not to love you
You're my sunshine when the
Night draws near
Enchanting to be so in love with you
It Felt Like Magic"C'mon, hurry!"
I pulled my boyfriend's hand as I ran up the grassy hill that overlooked the city below. It was evening, and the sun was beginning to disappear behind the mountains behind the city. I didn't want to miss the beautiful sunset.
My hair was down and a terrible blonde mess, for I had been running and playing around earlier with my boyfriend. I was tall, thin--hardly in shape, though--had blue eyes, and I can sing. A lot of people like the way I sing. I can hardly boast about it, though. I don't put myself down or anything, but I try not to be too haughty.
My boyfriend's taller than me--I'm 5'7 and he's 6 feet--a little chubby, has black hair, brown eyes, and was born in a Mexican-American family. He hardly knows Spanish, though, and I tease him for that sometimes. He lived in Fontana for awhile so that's the reason he didn't really learn. I'm all American, in case you couldn't tell.
We finally arrived on top of the hill, out of breath, and I collapsed on the cool grass. My
Relief"I don't think I'll feel comfortable getting back together with you. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry, I feel the same way."
"No hard feelings?"
"We're still friends?"
"Great. I'm glad we don't have to make this into a drama."
"Yeah, same here."
"Don't get me wrong, I had a good time with you. But this is what I'm feeling now."
"Alright I gotta go. Talk to you later."
"Talk to ya later."
I could feel my heart burn with relief. "He's just not the relationship type." After saying goodbye to my ex, I texted my current boyfriend and thought about how lucky I was to have him--and how lucky he was to have me.
At the same time I felt a little bit sad that the bridge between my ex and I had to be burned. He taught me everything he knew about trust, love between a boy and girl, kissing, maturity, and so much more. I carry all of that with me to this day and apply it to my current boyfriend, and we're so happy.
"I'm glad I don't hate him, God. Thanks for making me the
Just Be YouI'm just an emotionless, frowning, anti-social 'body.'
Me? A human? No.
They can't even begin to consider that I'm a living being with a soul.
I do not exist unless they need something from me, which is quite rare.
The only time they see me smiling is when I'm with my boyfriend or my friends.
'Why does she smile then?' They ask.
Why do you think?
You push and shove me around, and I've become hard-hearted, shutting myself out from all of you and becoming independent; I work and stand alone.
Of course, I do get lonely at times.
But it gives me time to think, which most of you don't/can't do.
I'm quiet; I think rather than talk; whatever I say, you don't pay attention to anyway.
It's kind of nice in a way, not being the center of attention, not being a part of the crowd...
I'm just a body to them; I'm of no importance.
It's kind of sad when you're used to people thinking less of you.
But then again, it's sadder when you give up hope.
Why give up hope when the best revenge is to sa
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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