Remembrance

"I was born invisible, and have remained invisible. Being invisible had it's advantages, your accomplishments might be forgotten but so were your mistakes and failures. Mistakes so grand that no one would ever be able to find it their hearts to forgive me of them. They could stop for one minute and ponder the meaning of the word "mistake". Yet then again, no one ever thought of anything pertaining to me. I was and still am today, just the gum stuck under the seats of the seats of the subway of life, ignored and irritable."

Festivity

"One million questions flew into my thoughts as the first breath of air conditioning blew across my face. Hundreds of people, or what seemed like it, were buzzing around all talking, yelling, or moving. There were doctors with long, sterile white coats, nurses with multi-colored scrubs all attached someway to a white stretcher so that they looked like some enormous many-legged insect. Upon the stretchers lay patients in varying degrees of health, one a vast amount of tubes sticking out of them (I tried not to focus to hard on that person)."

Sorrow
"'Shhh…shhh…. It’s okay…. It’s okay…. Charisse…. It’s okay….' He laid her head onto the crook of his right shoulder while stroking her long red hair, 'Charisse. Charisse! Come on it’s okay! Look at me. Look at me Charisse!' He pulled her face up from his shoulder, grasping her chin lightly, and looked her into the eye, shaking her roughly, 'Come on Charisse. Not now, not now…'"

Beware

I finally broke the ice, “Who’s Mrs. Snape?”
This time Nicole froze, “You don’t know who the Snapes are?”
“No.” I replied hesitantly.
“You’ve never heard of Mr. and Mrs. Snape?” chimed in Morgan.
“Don’t forget about their kid, Snevernus,” added Sadie.
“I thought it was Severus?” asked Natalie.
“But I thought he wasn’t real.” asked Natalie.
“Oh but he is,” Morgan said.
“No he’s not. He’s just a myth,” said Natalie.
“What do you mean?” I asked, “How is someone a myth.