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What Reading Does To A Girl
It was tonight that I realized that I read too much. Sappy romances must have filled my head with foolish ideas of love and destiny. Even the ugly duckling can get her very own Prince Charming. When in reality, I will always be the girl the boys pass up.
As I sat in the common room amongst friends, all I could think was, "Their eyes met across a crowded room." Sad, but true. So, of course, I had to look. Everyone was too engrossed in his or her own conversations to notice me. It was one of those all around depressing, morbid moments.
I could feel that familiar sting in the corner of my eyes. I desperately tried to hold back the tears, all the while thinking. "The knight in shining armor always sweeps the girl off her feet when she's crying." No knight in shining armor, not even a knight in slightly tarnished armor, no knight at all.
My head was starting to spin. I was attempting to hold back my emotions, until I was screwing my face up trying to hold back a howl of misery. I wanted to scream. I needed to scream. I needed to get out.
When I walked out the portrait hole, no one even noticed I had gone. I had walked out and no one had missed me.
I lay in the grass beside the lake staring at the moon and stars. Stars are really romantic when you think about them. They remind me of the twinkle you see in someone's eyes when they're in love. And some of the greatest stories include characters sharing their first love-filled kiss under the stars. Those stories always ended so perfect. You always knew that characters would be in love forever. So, I stared at the door and waited. You expected a happy ending, right
I stared at that door for what seemed like forever. I prayed for my happy ending, my first kiss under the stars, my Prince Charming. But they never came. And like I said before, it was then that I realized I read too much.
Brushing the tears from my cheeks and putting on my fake smile, I walked back into the Great Hall, unnoticed and unmissed.
Had I looked a little closer, I would have seen him watching from the window. My knight in slightly tarnished armor was feeling the same way I was. Confident and happy on the outside, lonely and depressed on the inside.
What Reading Does To A Girl
It was tonight that I realized that I read too much. Sappy romances must have filled my head with foolish ideas of love and destiny. Even the ugly duckling can get her very own Prince Charming. When in reality, I will always be the girl the boys pass up.
As I sat in the common room amongst friends, all I could think was, "Their eyes met across a crowded room." Sad, but true. So, of course, I had to look. Everyone was too engrossed in his or her own conversations to notice me. It was one of those all around depressing, morbid moments.
I could feel that familiar sting in the corner of my eyes. I desperately tried to hold back the tears, all the while thinking. "The knight in shining armor always sweeps the girl off her feet when she's crying." No knight in shining armor, not even a knight in slightly tarnished armor, no knight at all.
My head was starting to spin. I was attempting to hold back my emotions, until I was screwing my face up trying to hold back a howl of misery. I wanted to scream. I needed to scream. I needed to get out.
When I walked out the portrait hole, no one even noticed I had gone. I had walked out and no one had missed me.
I lay in the grass beside the lake staring at the moon and stars. Stars are really romantic when you think about them. They remind me of the twinkle you see in someone's eyes when they're in love. And some of the greatest stories include characters sharing their first love-filled kiss under the stars. Those stories always ended so perfect. You always knew that characters would be in love forever. So, I stared at the door and waited. You expected a happy ending, right
I stared at that door for what seemed like forever. I prayed for my happy ending, my first kiss under the stars, my Prince Charming. But they never came. And like I said before, it was then that I realized I read too much.
Brushing the tears from my cheeks and putting on my fake smile, I walked back into the Great Hall, unnoticed and unmissed.
Had I looked a little closer, I would have seen him watching from the window. My knight in slightly tarnished armor was feeling the same way I was. Confident and happy on the outside, lonely and depressed on the inside.