Who Am I?
By Kristine Sanders
She knocked on my shell. "Who is it?" I asked.
"It's me." She answered back.
"Who's me?"
"Beauty. Strength. Courage. Intelligence. Dreams. Hope." Once she said that, I knew what she wanted.
"I'm not coming out!" I was scared. I wasn't ready to go outside of my shell which everyone knew me by. I just couldn't.
"It feels so nice to finally be myself! Come out here Kristine, come and enjoy your life outside of that ugly old shell! What's the worst that could happen?" She said.
That's true what is the worst that could happen? I thought.
"They wouldn't like me!" I said back.
"They already don't like you!" she hollered. She knocked again.
"Who is it?" I asked. "Don't play these silly games, Kristine." She crossed her arms.
"I'm not playing any games!" I knew she was right. It was time. I had to do it. "It's alright Kristine I'm here. I'll help you." She said reaching her hand out to me. I took her hand. The second I did I felt myself coming out of my shell. I felt happier. I felt free. I danced with her. I played with her. And after a while I became her.