a story i wrote
I finally felt happy, really happy. The rain was like some sort of soothing throat medicine after a bad cough. It drizzled and made a wonderful noise down the side of my thick bedroom window. I pulled my mouth into a huge smile and perked the top of my big King-Kong eyebrows up to the hairline of my neatly trimmed bangs. My face was in such a big smile that it was no surprise it was fake. I burst into tears. I quickly stopped myself a rubbed away the dirty brown smudges the tears had made ripple down my face. I realized I needed to talk to someone who would understand. I had a throbbing headache from my quick spurt of tears, crying did that to me. I plopped myself stomach-down on the new, big, comfy, bed my parents had in their room. My body was horizontal and my face was about an inch from the big black phone on the bedroom table. I looked at it with piercing eyes. It stared right back. I picked it up and punched in cypress’ phone number. No one picked up. I left a whiny message. I didn’t even know what I would have said because she was so different fro me, yet such a beautiful person inside. I couldn’t have torn myself from my constant stand at her side if I had tried. I felt bad for her because she had gotten a football in the face the other day and was puffy-purple, yet I really wanted a chance to talk to her. I pulled myself of the bed and around the corner to my room. I looked in my full- length mirror and smiled as big as I could. I pulled the corners of my mouth down sharply into the most wretched sad expression I had ever made. I realized there wasn’t much in between the two and decided I must not be the only one faking and hiding sobbing bursts under those corny, blonde hair, blue eyed expressions.
